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