Cloud to Cloud

I'm taller walking on the air

to meet you at the station,

though on the weekend I have seen

a little universe of questions.

Even your coat is a lake of understanding

I rest against.

In five o clock raindrops

you stop to take a picture

of you and me.

We're carrying guitars,

holding up the flowers.

We're carrying guitars, groceries, and flowers.

Everything is light.

We sail between the buildings,

we sail between the aisles,

we swim between the columns of words,

we swim between the lines.

Even your coat is a lake of understanding

I rest against.

In five o clock raindrops

I am walking cloud to cloud with you.

We're carrying guitars,

holding up the flowers.

We're carrying guitars, groceries, and flowers.

Everything is light.