Clouds
Suppose the sky could be made
with swirls of velvet clouds,
great and small.
Like the shedding velvet which falls
from deer’s antlers.
Would the softness found in rain drops
be the same?
Could they be softer,
like the stuff of snow?
Or maybe they could be soft like the dew
which wakes and is then gone.
Like dreams.
Dreams you love.
I have my little dreams
that fill me up each day.
Sometimes I dream there could be butterflies
as big as my hands.
With strains in the first wing flap,
to take flight.
With each stroke to lift higher.
Knowing to fly.
Such high frequency flapping.
Fly up to the white curtains of the sky.