Silhouettes

I dreamed, once,
of a city in the sky
floating quietly
over and by.

A cloud that carries
lovely souls
and softly hums
as on it rolls.

A vapor castle
high and sweet
with laughs and love
and 500 feet

which dance along
and slide and slip
on the foggy hills
that rise and tip

like stumbled giggles
as they go
where worlds are lain
so far below.

On the edge there hangs
one distant swing
on which a pair
of silhouettes sing

a song too soft
for mortal ears,
the wist and wishes
of the years,

the ages they’ve
watched wander by
as on their falling
swing they fly.