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 

  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


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