I Harvest My Thoughts On Floating Clouds

I harvest my thoughts on floating clouds, to venture alone, without associates. I raise my coverage to inveigle the moon. In it, I dance on the winds, to be only us. But the moon sets its own conduit, and perforate my wishes silently. I still wilts with the moon and its shadow, To discover my wallow. And I swing, with the wind, Allowing the moon to dance with my shadow. We share our space with courage and grace, Till the wind finally blow me to the mountains. I lose my identity, while still in a pond, To reflect the moon beams around.