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.
