Dream Cloud—

What would it be like if I could touch one;
a soft, fluffy, white piece warmed by the sun.
I’d keep it in my pocket for always
and secretly squeeze it on the hard days.
If I saw a tear streaming down your cheek,
I would soak it up with my cloud’s whipped peak.
A tiny bit of pure, creamy velvet
to call my own whenever I need it.
Stretching it out, I make a meringue bed;
mellow lemon pies asleep in my head.

                                                       -KALM