Love, she moves like a cloud.
and I don’t know where she is now
But I hope she can save me. I just don’t know how.
and now, she weaves like a homemade quilt in he sky.
Taking her shoes and dancing through needle eyes.
And when she’s blown away by a gust of bad luck,
or of my device,
It’s everything in me to choke out this, “Goodbye”.
And I,
I find it kind of hard, to keep wrestling with my restless heart
though its beating may be fleeting,
I can only hope I’ll be seeing you soon.
So soon. my Cloud.
My Love, she’s like a tree
that the branches in her, grow their branches in me
how she’ll almost fly,
with leaves that scratch the sky.
pricking papercuts, drawing and drawing and drawing blood.
bringing clouds to cry.
Her eyes are rooted in me,
she feeds off of every shred of my sunlight, my water, my breathe.
until i’m out of them,
and i have nothing else to give her except what’s left,
not what she deserves, not the best, not the divine, nor the blessed,
But I guess, just whats left.
And I’ll strip away as the dying bark on her tree
being used as a crude kindling,
smoke-signaling you burning in me
and when the fire’s done
the hazy clouds lift out of the ash, like a painting
Branching out against the blue in the sky, and the blue in the sea.
see the blue in her eyes, look bluer to me
swaying yet standing perfectly still.
looking kind of like a tree. your tree.
Love, she’s like the earth.
She’s like the soil that was, and the people that were
desperately sending for a reason to be.
to be worth something, anything to everybody.
I hope she means something to me.
And when her ground starts to shake
I get down to my knees,
Take my head down and I plead
Make me face down so I see, and I say
Stay, just stay.
and I’m sorry because at the moment I’m running short on reasons why you shouldn’t leave me.
So stay.
Stay my cloud, stay my earth, stay my tree.
the sky, the ground, the leaves,
can wait a few more eternities, until I let them steal you from me.