In the Clouds

Isn't it lovely, all alone.

21 August came and went.

I know some voids cannot be filled.

I know some hurts won't go away.

I know some mistakes will always remain.

I know some truths won't become a lie.

But there is this place, in the clouds

Where I can sit and wonder.

Where its OK to cry, where your tears become rain.

And your warmth becomes the glow of the sunset.

Your anger like the scorching sun.

Your memories like the clouds.

Where you look down and you see the swarming life

And you look up and you see the gravitational pulls of the earth

And the heavens

And the emptiness of space

And what maybe lies beyond

It's better there than where I am.

Where my dog barks, and the man swears

And the hustle of life tramples on the little shoots

Where people are shrouded in the pursuits of life

They forget about each other

Sadly, I don't have enough inside me

It doesn't matter what people think.

It's possible to die once, and to die again.

It can be like where I am, in the clouds

Waiting...

For the clouds to pass and the city to sleep

Where things don't matter anymore

Where life ends and love begins.

Where the evil on earth is separated from the good of the heavens.