Clouds

I wish clouds could speak
I would send you words in fluffy streaks
in your garden you could lie
reading words in the sky
the spelling may not be right
but that would be sorted out at night
I would tell you how lovely you are
and how I think of you from afar
I would tell the clouds not to hurry by
but float slowly in your sky
the last cloud would be a kiss
one so big you could not miss.

© William Taylor 2012