Clouds

When clouds are close,

And you feel that you could reach 

And take their faces in your hands,

And pinch their cheeks like the children so dear,

A niece, a nephew.

And you can almost hear the sighs,

The laughs, see the smile in the sky

Of loved ones who’ve gone on before you,

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,

Their arms reaching down to hold you

In one more loving, kind embrace.

Always a reach,

To understand in the land of the living,

Always the nebulous, the misconstrued

Attempts to say how much someone means to you,

And just so, as with the clouds,

In betweenst the light, the whites, the grays,

The sunny days,

There is the mystical blue,

Soaking up every unsaid word,

Love unheard, and raining it down

In trueblue beauty all around us.

-jenn