From Susan Orey.

New Delhi, India

Love And Clouds Are The Same

One moonlit night I thought of clouds
I waited long to see
the morning, but the sky that came
brought no clouds for me.

Only a cotton thread did blur
the edges of my fist;
But I am not yet strong enough
to worship distant mist.

An empty sky is safe because
nothingness can only stay.
When joy arrives in clouds I fear
they’ll fade, or glide away.

© Susan Orey 2007.


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