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