a cloud

A wanderer I,
in solitude, 
with steps both firm and sure,

A cloud upon the horizon, 
my sight did gently lure.

'Neath heaven's shroud,
I set my path, 
towards that distant cloud,

A silent vow,
a whispered oath, 
to reach it I avowed.

This cloud,
a shroud of heaven's craft, 
a beacon in the sky,

Did beckon me,
for my soul's own sake, 
to where the eagles fly.

With every step,
I sought its gleam, 
its silver lining bright,

Yet as I walked,
it seemed to fade, 
an endless, futile flight.

The cloud,
a specter in the wind, 
from my grasp did flee,

Through fields of gold,
I chased its form, 
where it led, I'd be.

'Twas a quest
beneath the boundless dome, 
where I, a sojourner lone,

The cloud,
a shroud of hope's own guise, 
in its dance had shown.

The cloud,
my mistress coy and bright, 
kissed by the morning air.

This airy sprite,
this vision true, 
a vaporous maiden fair,

So let me stride,
in search of clouds, 
where horizons far do lie,

For I've chased a cloud,
a dream aloft, 
beneath the open sky.