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.