15 January, 2009

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.

1 comment:

Inkslinger said...

Without clouds, will there ever be rain?
Without pain, will it mean so much to gain?
With just hope, can we be sane?
With love, will we be able to love again?