Clouds in the sky they are made out of love, <br />Nature is the artist magnificent; <br />Everything there, isn't heavy and above, <br />And made rather fluffy in the distant. <br />I guess everybody has a dream cloud, <br />Where there's a wishing rainbow coming to shine; <br />Though sometimes we are in doubt, and not allowed, <br />To know where it is, cause the weaving's so fine. <br />All unwritten love's upon a cloud somewhere, <br />Just waiting for us to go and catch it; <br />And we, equally waiting for love to share, <br />Just step by step, and little bit by bit. <br />Cupid's flying about with his arrows, <br />Giving happy moments - drying sorrows...<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-28-clouds-in-the-sky/
