Clouds poetry

I were

Wish I were the sun golden and bright

Wiping clouds tears with my Handkerchief

And like a milk man but I'm delivering vitamin

D and offering free tanning to pale skins

Wish I were a sailboat like violin I'll play the

Ocean hitting every waves as notes marking

Chords to melodies, wish I were a rich mans shoe

Or rich women's shoe I'll travel every inch of the

World and places I've never been, wish i were a

Hot Air balloon floating up and away letting the

Wind Carry me somewhere where nobody's knows my name.

-ashes poetry