A couple of original poems from Silver Glow's Journal:

Where do you go, cloud?
You drift across the sky,
Aimless.

Nobody directs you,
Nobody causes you to rain:
You're purposeless.

Those on the ground do not know you
They do not understand you
Like I do.

They marvel at your shadow,
They think of your shape,
They think you are a wooly sheep.

I know you.
I can touch you and feel you.
I can make you rain.

But I don't. I let you drift
Aimlessly
Bringing joy to those below.

and

The wayward pony
Finds herself home
Her travels finished
At least for now.

Like a ship, returning to port
Cutting its prow into the familiar harbor
As it returns to its slip
And the sails are struck.

There is sadness in endings
In journeys finished
In places and friends
Left behind.

But it is tempered with the joy
Of family
Of old friends, and
Familiar places.

The seas change a ship
They bend its planks
Twist its keel
Stretch its rigging.

The ship that left port
Is not the same as the ship which returns.
And this is also true
Of the traveller.

Every friend we make
Takes a little piece of our heart
And gives us a piece back
To replace it.