Clouds

Navy skies crowd my escaping mind,
Did I finally get what I was trying to find?
Maybe a warning, maybe a farce,
These clouds you gave me, are leaving scars.

The words, the smiles, they twist and turn,
In the darkness of my nights they sorely churn.
Lucidness I seek, try to unknot the muck,
Only to realize, no way, no luck.

A smile's a cloud and a sigh is one too,
Everything you do, more clouds, more dew.
Swarms and herds and hordes, they stifle such pain,
I don't want them, don't need them, but oh how I'd love the rain.