Clouds

Clouds, soft and white, float, through sunlight, by.

 

Clouds, big as whales, float, slow as snails, by.

 

I lay and I laze and I gaze at the sky
with my head in a haze as clouds graze past my eye
and my dreams drift away to a memory of you
on a warm summer day under bright skies of blue.

 

Days, so it seems, drift, like a dream, by.

 

Days, each sun kissed, drift, slow as mist, by.

 

I lay and I laze in the rays of the sun
while the breeze softly plays with the trees having fun
and my thoughts float far off to a remembered place
and your touch like the breeze and the sun of your face.