A River Runs Through Her Cloud

A cloud may love forever the river it chooses

Long to have itself shower into her belovedly bosom

Wait for a point of mutuality

To merge with her measureless love

And flow into the vastness of their shared end

But what does a cloud know about fate

A loving river may abide by his unpredictability, and rage

Devotedly follow his shadow through reckless turns and ways

And beckon still its soul with love;

The cloud then may cascade wholly,

Taking its last drop, into the heart of the river’s soul.

To sail unbelonged but the cloud must learn

For, born it is, to one day

Unmerge and to ether, return

And float again desolate,

Observe from its lonely space

The same river flow how it did before they’d merged

Watch her find a passionate closure

In the infiniteness of a worthy ocean's bosom.

The cloud, is but meant not, to belong to a river

Learn it must the indignity of being

Drunk and vomited by many beds of water and stone

Only circle above the one river

That gave it more than a sparse cloth of brevity

Though brief in length only, their child a universe of memories

Of the epigrammatic union within the safe depths of

Her shelter he worshiped as their home.

The one river whose devout resolve

Had promised his closure by her bosom

And deliver him from his empty journey of drift.