He rests upon me like a wandering cloud,
Full of disappearing light.
When the blue skies break through the storms,
He dashes for the night.
And when the ghosts of tempests peer,
He shows again, gray and true.
But there may be something he does not know,
That I am a lonely cloud too.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
He rests upon me like a wandering cloud,
Full of disappearing light.
When the blue skies break through the storms,
He dashes for the night.
And when the ghosts of tempests peer,
He shows again, gray and true.
But there may be something he does not know,
That I am a lonely cloud too.