Night Clouds Clouds at night, So different than clouds during the day. At night they hold your hand, While they walk quietly by your side. Not storm clouds. Like some people you know. Day or night, Storm clouds only care about, Letting you know they exist. Shouting thunder and throwing lightning, Saying, “Hey, look at me.” If you ask a friendly cloud For their thoughts on existence. The answers will vary, From day to night. During the day they will say, “The inescapable, sensual bond of Hydrogen and Oxygen.” At night, “Hand me another beer.” Who am I kidding? Clouds are my cover until they disappear in dreams. Then awake at 3am, All of the darkness penetrates my space, Playing loud music and telling ghost stories. When all I want to do, Is cuddle with a cloud, And go back to sleep.