Tears in the clouds are usually rain
But not these tears in these clouds on this day
For second by second, mile by mile
He’s taken further and further away from her smile
His poem a puddle, his screen turned a mess
And nothing to stem it, no one to caress
Sweet nothings have bloomed, he now feels the thorns
The pain of love’s longing, of two hearts being torn
Apart from each other, each moment an age
Wrapped up in the truths of each promise they’d made
- flight 2 -
Yet the tone of this poem, of one left behind
Doesn’t quite match the author’s designs
See the time he had spent, considering love
Only served to remind of him of the one up above
So as far as he flew, as high as he’d get
The Lord looks o’er them both, flying higher yet
Their connection He’d forged long before time
And time cannot threaten what the lord has designed.
