Monday, February 7, 2011

Like Clouds in the Sky

Like clouds in the sky,
My soul changes shapes.
I feast on your eyes,
French bread and green grapes.
I know that you see me,
And my every new stage,
But does that make me feel comfort,
Or indignant outrage?
Our levels do change,
But sometimes they meet
At a point where there's Oneness
Instead of defeat.
I know that we differ,
Yet our lives are entwined,
And our hearts beat in a love
That no time can unbind.
Simplicities I savor, and
I get high on the trees,
Because like clouds in the sky--
I feel every breeze.

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