Clouds Turn To Waves

Clouds turn to waves I feel so close to him See our sameness our Madness and I wonder as I climb an unmistakable chain of events whether My path a collective effort an anxious loneliness avalanching - yet, I want to run from responsibilities caresses, from guilt and from ordinary gardens, I want what is possible within the impossible to feel safe within the danger of understanding me And loving him The moment she will free herself from time and body Mind over matter No longer feeling exposed while naked on the bed No longer feeling the clock or worrying about Dinner The moment she stops running and starts having a heart to get what she wants while existence never fails and places rack and ruin The comfort to avoid pleasure and stand by the window’s light, to hug the curtain’s warmth while clouts turn to clouds and black to powder green