He was the cloud who held me aloft,
floating through the sky,
carefree, loving, and gentle.
He stopped time;
the good times lasted;
while the clouds were white.
But clouds change.
Now, he is a black,
menacing thunder cloud,
who pierced the sky
with a deafening roar and
a blinding flash of golden light.
It struck me from my timeless perch!
He remains a deadly thunder cloud;
but clouds change.