I dare not look at the skies
For all I've left behind
In the clouds, still resides
And upon my tired soles
I tread, carefully and
Sometimes not so
Til I've worn myself
Whole, and shorn myself of
My soul
Yet somewhere in the wand'ring gaze
Of the indirect sun
Shines a little pocket of light
A warmth where I rest
A moment, and know
Nothing is hopeless, so long as
I remember love
The cumulus gray cloud that
Forever keeps the rain close
The nimbus drifter that races
Cross pale skies, seeking somewhere
Brighter
For her, I dare to look at the skies
For her, the curtains are drawn aside
And for a moment, I am not worn
But warm, I am not lost
But found, within the deep blue eyes of
The morn, and the tears that
My heavenly benefactors held close
In my down-trodden days
Are set free, and welcomed smiling
To fall as joy does, occasionally, 'cross
My face.
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