Walking on a cloud

Walking slowly on a dark street,
no wind to feel, no soul to meet.
Walking slowly because of the heavy weight,
like a shadow in the sun remains
the pain inside.

I raise my eyes and see the moon,
it randomly scatters its light to whom
halters its footsteps to see and feel.

Clouds are passing by the moon,
lingering on and disappearing soon.
I stretch out my arm to touch a cloud,
it takes me up
not asking for my whereabouts.

Walking slowly on the cloud,
so much light around,
so much peace about.
Walking lightly like a feather,
no weight, no pain whatever.

With the sun inside forever.