What Am I?

A whisper, a gash,

a tremendous trembling mass.

A sprinkling of white, a coat of dark,

I never truly leave my mark.

Hark! Do you hear the wind a howling?

And yet I move with no peep a sounding.

With no birth and yet not a foundling.

What am I but a drifting dream?

What am I but a whisper in the night sky?

What am I but a lonely Cloud?

+++++ I don't really know why I wrote this, I guess I was a little lonely at the time and compared my self to a cloud. Well please read and review. Enjoy