Clouds at sunset in Lynnwood, Washington. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Clouds surrounded you as we walked along the beach,
Wisps of clouds were caught in your hair,
You laughed as I tore them away,
Telling me that wisps could never keep me from you,
That was untrue,
For many small things have come between,
My love has slipped away,
Your head is still in the clouds,
And I can hear you laughing once again,
At those wisps that block the sun and hide the moon,
But this time your laughter is not for me,
Wisps mask my pain and gentle rain falls,
I will remember and I’ll tear the wisps from my dreams,
For the small things, those wisps which block the sun and hide the moon,
Kept me from loving you.
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