The Clouds

by Castillo, 12th (poetry)
I wish I was a cloud.
Moving through the masses for miles,
hoping I might make something of my meaningless migration.
Drifting down drab and dreary dawns;
the darkness won’t drag me down.
Sliding through soft silky skies;
The sun will stay by my side.
Wherever I am, whatever I do,
the wind will watch over me as I wander.
​I wish I was a cloud.