Clouds

Clutching at the clouds,

With a longing so strong.

Clutching at the clouds,

'Cause who could resist?

Clouds, the material dreams are made of;

Clouds, the joys you spend your nights craving for.

So beautiful, so light;

The heart rejoices, when it sees them from afar.

The heart cries, unable to grasp it in its palm.

It turns out, clouds are just air and hope.

The solidity only existed in distance,

But, so beautiful, so breath-taking -

Tears escape my eyes, as I realize they can't be held;

Hugged close to the chest, and kept in pockets of the heart.

I clutch at them, but they escape,

Leaving me alone, with a broken heart, and a broken dream.

Clouds, you mysterious wonders,

You come and encapsulate

when it's unexpected.

When I clutch at you, you escape,

like water from hand.

But when I lay down on the grass,

Look up at the sky,

There you are, as close as you were meant to be;

Capturing my heart from distance infinite.

You were never meant to be clutched at, you were meant to be felt;

You were meant to be waited for,

When the sun sets, as the night ends.

Clouds, you beautiful flimsy dream;

Hope that gives joy to suffering souls;

Life-breath to hurting hearts.

You're just a dream floating around high in the sky.

I'll wait for you, you might come, you might not.