remembering

this morning I found
upon my chest,
a heavy cloud
breathing over
a restless sea,

and I wandered
with that lonely cloud,
looking for
a perfect place
to rest, to be,

until my whites
touched the hollows
of a host
of daffodils,
with their yellow brows,

'look at us', they said,
as they laughed
with the wind,
'our heads hold sway
even as we bow,'

'so remember the song
of your soulful heart,
where a cloud lies,
holding the rain
of this world,'

and then the cloud
was pierced right through,
by those hundred golden suns,
imploding this rain-filled heart
with their ever gentle love.