Looking There For Me Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Looking there for me?
Maybe I'm a cloud going by,
carelessly and free
on the open blue sky.

Times come and go,
each in their different way,
like the breezy blow
on a sunny shining day.

Looking there for me?
I'm still here everywhere,
some of me you'll see
in raindrops here and there.

I'm love and loneliness
each its joy of living,
when you come and caress
I am also giving.

For I am never gone
when the air breezes by,
I'll go with it on and on
to the open sunshine sky.

I never died from you
for death is here never,
I will always come through
for us to be together.