The winter's sunlight is cold
while we reach out to grasp the strings of light
threaded through the sky.

We glance at the ashened clouds,
patterned with tree branches strangling each other
to seize the free birds.

Isn't it true that
moonflowers only bloom at night,
for they're afraid of the sun's touch?

light filtered through blinds
incandescent and sunny
paints her mocha skin

Have you ever looked up at the sky
When it was raining
And wondered where the clouds stop?
Because you know
That somewhere across the world
It isn't raining.

So where do the clouds stop?
Is it possible that someone
Is standing right at the edge
Of dry warmth
Gazing out into the cold wetness?

Where do the clouds stop?
Is it possible that someone
Is standing right at the edge
Of where the water falls
Staring out at the daylight?

Where do the clouds stop?
Is it possible to stand
Right at the divide
One hand being hit by raindrops
The other being hit by sun rays?

Where do the clouds stop?

Have you ever looked up at the sky
When it was raining
And wondered when the clouds will stop?
Because you know
That sometime in your future
It won't be raining.