CLOUD DREAMING

Josh, a tree sprite


Little boy
upon the grass
looking at
the sky so vast
watching puffy cloud-shapes pass
while the days
drift
slowly past

Arms crossed behind my head, am I
humming my love song
to the sky
below me
grass so soft and dry,
above a yellow
butterfly

Time stretches out
without an end
time the little
boy's best friend
these days will never
come again
the way they do
when I am ten