He looked to the sky
with his hopes and dreams...
He sits there smiling
As love breaks the mold...
Blind sighted by beauty
awe struck yet listening...
He only thinks
In a myriad of clouds...
Bread and water
Sustain life...
Physics
Keeps the balance...
He only thinks
In a myriad of clouds...
When the sun came up
sky barren of rainstorms...
Entangled moments
almost sewn together...
You've hit rock bottom only to have a sudden and miraculous epiphany to ultimately find that the drop was a mere slip off a stepping stone which caused a ripple in this pond known as our short existence or better known as life itself. |
As do clouds, happiness always comes |