How many, who we knew, reach the sky
then linger in sunset clouds between Heaven, Earth
at least for a spell
looking back, upon your soul…
Your soul, how many know such hunger-
to smell the air a mile away, a mile high
wishing to be there…
with souls who saw you as themselves, in the silent moments
wishing only happiness…
When they are gone, you would think there is nothing
just you, the air, the clouds
a mile away, a mile high…
yet clouds and souls linger, until that which they have given in life
is given again;
then they disperse, clearing the sky
for sun, for tomorrow's clouds, and another someone’s sunset...
In a list
A contest entry
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