I once overheard the laughter
Of sleepers dreams happily ever after,
The silent cries, tosses and turns,
Of their worries nightmares and concerns
As I drifted over a sleepy town
At midnight, life had died down.
Today I will cross an entire ocean,
Watch golden fish jump in one smooth motion.
The ripples go on for stretches and reaches,
Nothing to stop them but cliffs and beaches.
I am a cloud old and wise,
Setting sail into the sunrise.
By Molly Sellers