Clouds

I think I made a mistake the other day,
Just as I always seem to do at one point or another,
Either way, my cloud has gone away, and I did nothing about it.

So I sit on my patch of grass,
Longingly waiting for my piece of heaven to reemerge,
I wait to reclaim my idle cloud.

I cast my fishing line into the ocean above,
Watching my bobber slowly turn over the tides,
Waiting for the moment to set my cast and wheel in my lost little cloud.

And the sun pierces my eyes as my stalwart attention is put to the test,
For to blink or look away could cause me to miss my only chance,
My only chance to win my cloud and give it to her,
Just because.

And it’s just because that the sun had won,
And it’s just because that my cloud had gone,
And it’s just because that the world is black,
And it’s just because that she never got my gift,
And it’s just because I can never see;
The lost ocean above
The clouds strolling by
Her in all her prime
My hopelessness at giving it a try.

But I have my memories,
I can lay claim to my memories,
So all can’t be lost.