The Clouds

The clouds hover above Watching over me like an angel Protecting me from the sun's fire like breath A reflection off the water is like the suns rays passing through a diamond Flickering and reflecting Giving off an illusion like a master magician Illusions, Illusions, Illusions in the fog Playing Hide and seek with my eyes Twisting my brain in knots What is it, I ask? The clouds start to laugh at me But laughter soon turns to sadness and I cry A Teardrop touches my face And a teardrop slides down my cheek Finally reaching my chin As a solitary teardrop falls You can hear the echo of a thousand more