The Man and the Cloud
She he loved
when first he saw her:
she was so pale and untouchable.
So far away
he could never find
a path to climb to reach her,
all serene she gazed at him
as on the wind she lay reclining,
he followed her eversighing
as she played hide and seek
in her wide blue meadow.
It seemed forever
that he had loved her,
always so pale and untouchable:
"How cruel you are,
behind your white veil
you hide a heart that's frozen".
Sorrowful she came to him
and in her own way surrendered . . .
Rain, gentle rain, her tears
she gave to him
and shedding love shed living.
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