Hidden away
behind doors and locks
a magician kept
a cloud in a box
Once a week
he’d display his prize
to the great surprise
of questioning eyes
A young girl said
it was sad to see
and wasn’t it time
to set it free?
A schoolboy declared
that it shouldn’t exist
How did it get there
this fluffy white mist?
The magician shrugged
and would only reply:
that was a secret
2015. A piece of psychedelic whimsy. Every now and then I’m sitting on a plane looking out of the window imagining writing a song about being able to see clouds from above as well as below. Then I remember Joni Mitchell has already written ‘Both Sides Now’.