Cloud Castles

We thought to pamper whimsy, building castles in the skies;
The meadow bore our backs, and we scoured heaven with our eyes.
Across our field of vision droves of lazy dragonfly.

The clouds breathed into different shapes, swallowing their meaning;
Developing their pompous forms, in swathes beneath the ceiling.
Peripherally, I held my thoughts, and listened to you breathing.

When I saw a tear escape you, as you watched an angel fall,
I became your Sancho Panza, doomed to follow at your call--
Tilting at windmills in the air, or fighting hopeless wars.

Fat raindrops came from heaven, and held us in their grip.
They struck and lapped your lidded eyes and washed between your lips;
I envied them their bold desire to enter you and kiss.

You only moved to raise your arms, to welcome summer lightning,
And then I knew I'd die for you, that real life was for fighting;
All other souls would pale to yours--their blustered thunder, stifling.

The day we built our castles in the sky above our heads
Was the day I knew I'd marry you and never once regret
That we were only ten years old and hadn't lived as yet.