The Loneliness of a Lost Cloud

God named me a straying cloud, and by His perpetual wish I abide... as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze. I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride, and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees; and as a sparrow I feel the bond. My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight, I encounter many stars and make them my friends, and they love shining on the Milky Way... looking down on the lonely bay so bright; and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance: so happy they have come my way! Even the ocean's waves join them in their play, but their dance is better than theirs, and at such wondrous sight I make verse... being offered their warm company; I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away, I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me. So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest, but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts, that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset; my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance, and I dance with them, making a happy sound... not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud. Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem, "I wandered lonely as a cloud" Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci