Clouds

~ a poem

I know not,
in the farthest of my thoughts,
what forces of nature
guide your path.

The darker your hue,
the happier my heart,
and when you pour,
you wipe away
deepest of my scars.

Your beloved rain
must be dearer to you
than the sky-
for the sky is but a canvas,
and it’s your rain
that fills color in my life.

My burning desires
can do with some respite;
a night of cool winds
would calm my weary eyes.

It’s not you I love;
I love your beloved rain.
She lends rhythm to my pen
and inspiration to my sighs.

It’s you though,
whom I shall thank
forever and ever
in my scribe.
You bring her to me,
my tears merge
into her bosom.

Knowing,
as clouded is the sky,
she’ll sing me
to sleep all night,
sweet lullaby.