Should I love clouds? But they prevent me From seeing the sun
I wonder how it'd feel like To put my hands out And touch one
Are they soft as cotton candy? Birds love to dance in them Or do they disappear at touch? And fade into thin air?
I wonder what they see When they look down at me A heart of opal black So pale compared to them I wonder if they mock me But what right do they have? They travel on a journey Of transient tragedy
And since I started writing The clouds have moved along They're indistinguishable from each other Was this the one I saw?
The day is quickly fading The clouds are not as glowing The moon waxing and waning The firmaments fade to black
But what about the sun? For all its splendour is worth By day the clouds conceal it By night it's somewhere else
So, should I love clouds? But they prevent me From seeing the sun