O cloud that posses ink to flow
I sit beneath
when I have so many places to go
I'm waiting for a reply
you look so pale today
grey in the cheeks
is all okay?
A well of words
one in each drop of water
lies in your cheeks
how do you keep it
don't the birds come and peck curiously
thirsty for conversation
and for gossip
some tiny droplets escaped yesterday
but worry not
I wont tell anyone
I know its a secret
and I know you'll tell everyone soon
when the time is right
and when you can't hold your breath anymore
other clouds will fight with you
with mighty swords of bluish light
They'll make some noise
but don't let them scare you
They were waiting too
Like at buffet dinners
when everyone waits for the first greedy scumbag
to pick his plate
But soon your friends will join you
they'll wail and wail and forget their grouses
and soon you wont be pale anymore
grey will vanish replacing crystal blue
Then will I still remember you
or will I forget when the skies are clear
will you still talk to me with the rays of the sun
Will gold again posses me to sit under you
when I have so many other places to be
