Cloud Story

Before the lightning comes Before the thunder frightens the birds I am under this oak tree An adolescent of a plant The grass is cool beneath my back Around me sizzles like a steaming rock I look at clouds Two of them like you and I embracing I traced them since afar I saw them coming impatient to kiss Looked to see them disintegrate Or lose themselves in the crowd of other clouds Clouds do that easily too, you know But they of resolute character kept trust Their love elongated like trees Trimmed to proper proportion by the breeze And brawny with emotions They hugged and melt into one. I thought of you, thinking of us My thoughts go everywhere to you Not me, I am this oak Sending deep roots of faith through sands of history Oozing liquid chemicals to change The dark silicon to clay To rearrange the structure and superstructure of the world To circulate my oxygen into day And beg you breathe me I have muscles for erratic storms I have love But circumstance makes me immobile here Though I want to walk away like clouds Strike logic with lightning dead in the air And be at peace with you Did I tell you, clouds are children of my soul The water that makes them comes from me And those two in embrace Make our spirits into one true love for eternity.