Clouds
I was chasing clouds with a butterfly net
and caught a girl, cute and also upset:
“Let me go along with the wind, please,
I wish to be a cloud moving with a breeze.”
I gave her a house made of clear glass
amid hills covered with verdant grass,
yet, she tried to hover and fly away
every time a wind blast came to sway.
I let her go, she was not my captive,
knowing for sure I would not survive
alone for long in my glass-wall house,
lacking the dance of my cloudy spouse.
One night, surprise, she was asleep
on my bedside: her breath was deep,
She dreamed with soft blasts of wind
but in her lips, my name I could find.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013
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