A CLOUD CHOSEN

I travel along across the sky, floating weightless,

Down below there Is you, recognize I do.

Feel the wind blow through your hair, I am there,

Call on me If ever you need, from me anything.

I rest on my cloud looking down on where I once stood,

In your yard watching the birds fly In the sky.

There are many clouds’ throughout time, never ending,

But It’s this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.

A place to be alone, a place where dreams’ are real,

The sun shines upon me, Its’ warmth I feel, I can see myself smile In the light.

A friend that’s true would do for another anything,

If ever you need, I will jump down off my cloud to be.

Keith Garrett