Adrift
I awoke this morning
expecting the rain
but to my surprise
not a drop had came
I went outside
to search the sky
and I found out for myself
exactly why
Straining my eyes
as it float softly down
and an instant smile
took over my frown
Landing at my feet
I stepped onto
grabbing the hand
of this man
wondering what he
intended to do
He held me tight
steady we went
and I felt so secure
as the cloud was adrift
Saying no words
his heart told me all
suspended in flight
he now calls me doll
In this place
of happy time
he whispered in my ear
honey, welcome to
Cloud nine
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