Cloud

i was not trying to catch you
this isn’t a game of ball
so why do you look at me with such a fear to fall
is it that i might be a cloud
full and far too high
simply meant to look upon
when your eyes meet the sky

for if I am a cloud does that make you rain
you being a product of what i contain
what is it you think I seek
maybe you are a bird simply passing by
with feathers of lead that won’t let you fly

does my color catch the light
do i dance to your winds of might
it is not that i am asking what i am to you
for i am not easy to mold
and much like a cloud unable to hold