Cloud Surfing

I want to fly, feel the air on 

My cheeks.  

I want to soar, 

Surf on the floating clouds.  

I want to look at my toes, look at 

The wonders under me. 

Was Rome truly built in a day? 

Do the angels really cry down south?  

I want to glide on the stars, see them sparkle in my eyes. 

Always I have been so envious,  

Of a child’s kite, 

How she flies in the sky, how the wind holds her hips. 

One swift snip,  

She’ll be gone forever. 

How carelessly on the edge she is. 

I want to surf on the floating clouds,  

And see what’s beyond.