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.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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