Photo Credit: Ashley Davis
USUALLY
I love to see the clouds
Drifting, changing above
How much they seem like people
chasing after love
BUT SOMETIMES
As I watch, a sadness comes over me
As in the changing clouds I see
A restlessness, fickleness
Constant motion full and splendid
Then dissolved, a union ended
Like people who think they’re in love
AND NOW
The clouds are eased, and with my eyes
Scanning the skies
The joy returns to my face
As I realize
That love is not like clouds
Love, when it is real
Is never erased
Love never dies
Cordia Watson
Copyright 1990
