Clouds Of Drought Poem by Alan Mora

The memory longs, but no longer is there
as clouds of time go up in air.

The clouds so thick I cannot see,
still I see what's true to me.
What's true to me you won't agree
but life is good so let it be.

This lack of rain makes a doubt
clouds I see but clouds of drought.
For twenty days and twenty nights
the drought it stays yet I feel right.

The birds they fly, they fly so high.
The sky they ride, that sky is mine.
I take a lift to free the mind
see Jah provides this peace I find.

Stood I so red, no things unsaid
So bright the light, clouds fill the head.