Clouds

In the other room,

a piano, softly, plays.

**

I'm watching the clouds now;

shifting shapes,

slowly,

drifting along,

with my thoughts...



...Your fingers, on the keys,

brush the elements:

a body of motion,

you've seemed.

to me.


**

As clement,

is this beauty,

a touch, pierces the heart.


The softness of skin, lingers,

in each subtle touch

of melody...

...and, You are here,..

..but not.

**

I'll open up myself,

to Nature,

and, Time's

inclement moments.

**

We'll embrace the clouds

this evening;

sharing, each stroke;

each, swept hands, brush.

**

So,

as I linger here,

half-way to you

and the skies blessings;


Like some love-struck field-hand,

The light, at least, for now, my Love,

has settled

behind

the Clouds.



`x~William ~ copyright 10/04/09.
[Ps: this poem has been published in another venue]