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.
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