i watch clouds at night from my bed

in the dark

(when i want to lie down,

but standing up! -

when i feel more like a fish than a fish

and you will see me float above a cloud

of palest blue, so pale it shines a white

in moonlight) and i slip along to you

where i can see your grin wink

at me dimple wise and

playful, maybe shy, that smile that looks down

with your eyes.

and your lips

are friendly and they love

in my direction, i can see them...

they move with favour and fond

and your mirth hides fruitlessly

in your cheeks

and your eyes won't quite look at me for longer,

it may be you are shy for all your easy talk,

or just because you care that

you may drown me with your

flood

so now i want to say

there is nothingnothingnothing

that i want more

and there is no ache

i will not take from you

i am your bookmark

and i will not miss a page