The Cloud

The cloud came
Passing
It’s white shimmer
Made from the dreams
Of children
We never understood
Curiously patient
Waiting for the sun to
Wake
There was no i in cloudy
Only a you
And a could
Climbing aboard 
We thought
We would be riding high
But there was more to
The mist
Than our current
Elevation
For in the mystery
Of this grey swept
Pasture
There was no high
To keep on riding
Just a here
Far from there
A destiny shared
When two souls dared
To be the cloud
Forever flying

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