Clouds Are Like Dreams
The clouds are like dreams just passing by.
Coming then going leaving behind blue sky.
They float through the air and then disappear
The dark ones are filled with angel’s tears.
Some are so big you can’t see the top.
Their home is the sky that never stops.
Friends with the sun they provide it with rest.
Like the tops of a wave as it starts to crest.
I try to imagine what it would be like
Floating a while then vanishing from sight.
Up so high that you can only see down,
Having no course to which you are bound.
No two the same, different shapes and size.
They provide shade and keep the sun from my eyes.
Sometimes you can look up and not see a single one.
Other times they are continuous blocking out the sun.
I wonder of what is and where the clouds go,
Will they drift away as the wind begins to blow?
I look up at the sky and see they are a part
Clouds are like the dreams I hold in my heart.
Clouds are like dreams some come true.
Once you realize nothing else will do.
They become colorful just before night.
Some days there are none not any in sight.
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