Cloud

 

If I could catch a cloud,

I would rub it on my face,

Take the water and bury my soul,

In its cool accepting embrace.

That way I would never lose my temper,

And learn to melt my hardened ways.

If I could fly to a cloud,

I would jump right inside,

Ask it to love me as I am,

Tell it to stop running away.

That way I would never be too far,

And become one with it in a soft place.

If I could talk to a cloud,

I would have a million conversations,

Ask it how it holds so much inside,

Tell it to just open its heart,

That way I would never be misunderstood,

And my hands would gather its tears of rain.