A cloud is free and so flies away
as a white sail upon the ocean,
bright with the light of a sunny ray
with its gossamer wings in motion.
It is like a kiss blown to the wind
between two lovers that must depart
or the quiet presence of a friend
whose smile brings happiness to your heart.
It is like a veil that drifts afloat
the sky-swirled face of a blushing bride
whose kisses rain from her azure throat
to Smith Mountain Lake and ocean tide.
It glides along a wingspan of light
like the pen of a dreaming poet
whose shower of smiles imbibes delight
when the world cries but does not know it.
A metamorphosing sight unfurled -
a sea-washed spirit when wild winds blow -
it transmigrates the top of the world –
a freelance flyer with miles to go.
A dove on the shoulder of the sky,
she folds the world beneath peaceful wing
as church bells echo and street lamps sigh
invoking a song of gathering.
I smile to myself at thought and scene.
Afternoon tea is a sweet bouquet.
As I wait for spring and shades of green,
a cloud is free and so flies away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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