I want to be a cloud with you
so we may sense each other,
roll and form, at times emerge

on glowing hills and hang there
like a trail of thoughts in which
our future is embraced.

We’d slowly with the breeze
blow cool into the faces
of leaves like invisible

caresses, carry the sun
on our fluffy backs and shade
some line of trees a deeper

green. And when the air can’t
bear the ether of our love,
we’ll rain.

—
Taimur Khan