Clouds

And there I hurt my love, unintentionally, her upset anger visible in the words that weren’t said. The silence aches my soul, her warmth for long now a comfort to my soul. And still not long, but still it feels like a lifetime since I loved her. Like a series of unbroken dreams, ever bringing me to her.

Those dreams of heavenly clouds, a feeling of perfection made wholesome and complete entirely by the glance of her brown eyes, a smile unflinching, a beauty too rare, for it exists upon the veneer of her flesh and within the yolk of her soul.

Cirri, darkened and cast with the rain and thunder of doubt, she now doubts my love. Trivial things, a picture on a screen, to think that such a display could ever represent or perceive the deeper meaning of my dreams. That she is my dream, my partner in everything, and still, the cloud looms.

Can clouds clear and bring back the sun? The passionate heat peeling back the obfuscated views born from tell-tale signs that are but tall-tale signs. She is my everything, will she ever re-embrace that fact? Or have I littered and soiled our sheets, exiled now to the streets of stray cats.

Do such distances between us make more real this fact? The valleys between us I fly, but do the days apart also procure this doubt. Had I every day to give I’d be yours now, but we said we’d wait, to build a tomorrow to come. A tomorrow to come, a tomorrow I yearn. I write this now because I felt my lovers scorn. The lover I adore, ever adorned, in such a way, that she is my evermore, my infinity, my only endpoint.

My love….how I miss you always so!