Clouds in the sky
Almost seem like a body of water,
Flowing, bringing needed rains,
Pressing against the mountains,
Not wanting to let go.
They melt down; and even closer
Between the sea and the shore,
Until nothing exists between them,
Then pouring out to fill oceans.
But just between us,
There is nothing really ever satiated
And if separated; a requited longing,
For another day,
Of a sky filled with clouds on parade;