A Gotham City Dream


To Be A Cloud

to be a cloud
up there, somewhere
floating on an ocean of air
drifting along, sailing
to the middle of nowhere
like a ship at sea
or a soft summer breeze
just one in a fleet
a vessel of the skies
shifting, all the time
expanding here,
contracting there…
wind-cut in its outline

to be that cloud
with the rain it might bring
flying without wings
you know — those two things
of which eagles and jets have need
yeah to see that cloud…
it might make you sing
but to be that cloud —
it’s the stuff of dreams