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
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
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
