clouds

Where are you?
he said.
Sometimes, she
hides in her own little cloud
of thoughts and bubbles.
He wonders how she
can see.
Silly boy,
I have eyes.
he insisted
on a metaphorical
meaning.

oh.

in my own little cloud,
i'm always lost.

I, myself, have been to the crystal city on the water.
I have stood on the glass balcony which reflected back below.
I have traveled endless miles into the sky which this place sits,
Where the shows are the thunderclouds far down where we row,
Above the clouds where storms cease to exist.