Gliders in the Sky

By hidden threads they glide,

Moving to and fro with no care.

By the mountain’s shaded side

Gracefully they wander through the air.

Clouds pure and true

Ride across the sky of blue.

Each one with a pretty face

Adorned in evening’s reflection.

Each one to find their place

Amid the stars of Heaven’s perfection.

Clouds wispy, soft and light

Riding through summer’s night.

They listen for the roar of thunder

To release rain from their folds.

They come together then go asunder

As the moon brushes their hems in gold.

Clouds coming my way

Rest above my head to stay.

With divine expression they take shape

To the patient and watchful eye,

With no notice they vanish to escape

The far horizon without a sigh.

Clouds fancy and free,

Where they go… I want to be.