In the sky they float, in whispers they speak,
The dreams of yesteryears, the hopes we seek.
Soft and gentle, like a lover’s caress,
They paint the heavens, a canvas to impress.
Across the horizon, they dance and glide,
Shadows of memories, in time they bide.
Silver linings on a backdrop blue,
A silent promise, a heart that’s true.
At dawn they blush, with hues of gold,
Telling stories, of mysteries untold.
At dusk they fade, to a somber gray,
Yet in their silence, they have much to convey.
Oh, whispering clouds, in your ethereal flight,
Carry our dreams, through the day and night.
In your endless journey, may we find,
The peace and solace, of a wandering mind.