William's Cloud Poem by Deborah White

I sit and I wonder, was William’s cloud
really so lonely, he didn’t seem to be.
And could he ever truly be as lonely
as when one of us is lost. When we
lose sight and we let go of the
believing way. In our yesterdays,
or in our tomorrow’s, or even in
our today?

When he lays his tired head
down to sleep, in that fluffy soft
safe white hollow. I wonder does
he smile or does he quietly weep
What lost thought is he holding
What angel’s secret does he keep

A necklace of white clouds threaded
together; beaded across a clear corn
blue sky.I sit and I ponder, and I just
wonder how, and I wonder why