Walking on Clouds Again

You've been walking on clouds again. 

You've tracked puffs across the sky

and land below flits

with shadows of  light and dark.

You've been walking on clouds again,

and I want to walk with you, 

but we must plan it for a day 

when the barometer drops,

so my legs won't poke through the

fine fabric you weave above 

my head and move upon 

with beauty and grace.

You've been walking on clouds again.

  

Those who live at earth's farthest bounds are awed by your signs;

 you make the gateways of the morning and the evening shout for joy. 

Psalms 64:8