Clouds

We float along together on this day,
as the sun kisses our backs.
The wind moves us,
hurriedly,
from place to place,
with no destination in mind.
In awe of the view,
seconds, minutes and hours collide-
nothing seems to matter.
Cares and fears;
insignificant.
We never cease and we do not speak.

All is said with nothing

between the clouds and I.