The Clouds

Flying above the clouds That were fluffy and speck less white A desire was born in me To be lost in them for a while I felt like stretching my hands And taking a fistful of them Allowing them to escape And glide over my face Some where, they looked so still That dipping a finger Would have caused ripples That went round and round in circles Reading my mind They came close to the glass I placed my palms on it As if they would tickle They appeared to say “You are our favourite” But soon came the sun Claiming his right on them And warning that am not the only one For first they belonged to him His rays pierced my eyes Forcing me to shut them tight But the clouds blocked him Admonishing him for his pride…………