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