Only Clouds When She's Away Poem by James Long II

Cause she was

All my stories of home and the songs I sing
Of sorrow, love, war, winter, spring

So what do I do?
When the soul of me rests beside your door?
And where do I go?
When my north star shines where I do not know?

And all I'm sure is that the music that you make when you're around
coaxes the sun from behind roiling storms and bring the life from empty ground
But I've been wandering in this foreign place and I have only thoughts in hand.
How do you till and grow in tundra without the sun to warm he land?