Cloud

If asleep
I'm like Arctic night cloud
and you a star wanting
to embrace me in your glow.

Pardon
my stillness to your advances.

I want to gather more water
from the days you've become my Sun,
the days when I'm all puffed
morning white -
listless frenetic and obedient
wherever the arms of your wind
carries me;
a silver crown over a mountain,
a shadow over a lake,
until I'm nimbus blue and heavy
continent vast, battle-ready
to shower and gust
and thunder your love
until I dissipate
and evaporate in your light.