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.