A nameless game without rules

Clouds playing in the blue field;

Cirrus! Stratus! Who cares for their names!

They were clouds up there

hanging from everywhere

inviting me into the game.

Are you ready, they asked

Yes, I said and stretched my hands,

closed my eyes

joined them.

I cried, I don't know the rules

There aren't any, said the dudes.

I was turning, turning, turning and turning around

until I fell flat on the ground,

they were giggling from up there

to see me spin and fall in panting despair

but I smiled and stood up again

to be in this unseen game.

I saw clouds from my brain

bubbling out

leaving me light and sound

I was maybe playing chain-chain with them

or would be a kind of lock and key?

Hoosh they said, no name, no name.

In the end they showered a huge hug on me

there wasn't a thing I could see 

I was laughter-covered without words

they spoke in a strange language unheard,

falling waters sounded in ears

I was waiting to hear for years

I asked them about the score

They couldn’t answer,

for they weren’t clouds anymore.

But I know they'll all come back

On the points, I wondered if I'd need

to keep a track?

Ah, I am again in the same old

name-rule, win-lose trap

I need to be in the innocuous gap

There I am drenched in the endless fun

We must have all lost, must have all won.