The Cloud

She gathered the clouds calling their names: “Pink bell, Honey Drop, Stardust, Sea Wild” and all hooped, nodding heads like dames. They lay to sleep humming like a meek child. No, no, no, she was not playing games: just wanted to have the sky at her side while sleeping nested in the stars’ frames, smiling with the night and smiling wide. Oh, I wish could stay all my life awake watching as beauty rested with her. But I know I must also dream to make my herd and her clouds to be together, in an Arcadian glade beside a lake where the muses are dancing forever.