I long to be a cloud, adrift in azure expanse,
Where by your side, I need not chance,
Focused solely on shading your weary soul,
In skies above, my love shall roll.
I yearn to be a cloud, in ceaseless flight,
Round the globe, tracing day and night,
Each turn, a whisper of love's refrain,
In every mile, echoing your name.
Oh, to be a cloud, in sky's embrace, Though distant, never shall I lose pace, Forever waiting, through sun and rain, Hoping for the day, we'll meet again.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
