Beautiful Playful Clouds

The flowers 

dance in your 

hair 

like a field of

wildflowers on

a

spring day. 

I hear your heartbeat

and for a moment 

I get to see it

engulfing the room

like a antique 

bulb lighting

up a room.

I close my eyes

and imagine you

as a little girl laughing

and running 

through 

a maze of mirrors.

I never knew 

your little girl 

self, I can just

imagine. 

But when I open

my eyes, I realize 

that you are no

longer a little 

girl. 

The maze of mirrors

shows all of you.

Past

Present and Future. 

Let time freeze 

for just this moment.

We will never 

be this age again.

We will never

be at this

place and time 

again.

As we jump into the 

clouds 

and swim like 

thick bubbles 

of love,

Let us laugh.

Let us build 

little houses 

and wear 

clouds on 

our heads. 

Because 

as life passes by

so quickly

We might 

forget once

we were 

clouds. 

Beautiful 

Playful 

Clouds 

of Love.