On Cloud Nine

There is no sadness quite like desire,

with Winter curling in smoky white…

the currents of an errant breeze drift

aimlessly through a deep, twilit night.

I am dreaming of your presence still,

and I’m wondering if you think of me

when the silence is at its fullest,

when the Winter’s wrapped in misery…

And though tears are seething deep within,

though my eyes are sharp with sorrow’s shine…

I can see through this darkness of love,

there are happy skies, waiting by cloud nine…

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