If clouds could but carry us

Lift us away

Like whales in an ocean

Above us, today

If rain could but fall

And wet me, my back

Punish me coolly

Under water's attack

Could I climb up

Those drops to the sky?

To reach a great height

Never seen by my eye?

Could I but ride a nimbus or two

Take it to Denmark and splash down with a poof?

I wonder what clouds

Chase that keeps them afloat

Like rafts seek the surface,

What makes them their own boat?

We seem distant cousins

Cheering each, on

Each bound to our purpose

Each where we belong

If our purpose is pure, then

There should be a way

To drift off in a flurry,

No hurry,