I Look Unto The Passing Clouds - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
I look unto the passing clouds
In which my dreams were made and lost,
And watch them as they sail away
Upon the wind that blows across the evening sky.
As each one disappears
Over the distant horizon and slowly melt into the sunset,
I know that I am helpless to stop them
And I shall never see them again.
And yet I pray they'll find another soul
Who shall look upon them in the same way as I,
And maybe for them
Their dreams shall all come true.
Alas for me
The time has expired,
Too late to change the suffering I have endured,
Too late to change the memories of the past.
So no longer shall I dream
For now the clouds in which they sailed,
Hold nothing more than teardrops
Which glisten as they fall towards the cold, hard ground.
Copyright Andrew Blakemore 2011
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