Cloud Poem

Another Granny poem...

Cloud Poem
 
We can’t converse but
I can hold your hand
and listen to you
talk of clouds
whose shapes and faces
change with time
your eyes are yours
then not yours
I rain through airports
planes cut through
your clouds/my heart
you’ll soon fade off to
warm mist and ascend
your tender smile
will float above and change
and change and change
the cotton candy sky.