The clouds caress the darkening sky
Soon they’ll be past my head
But I will never forget the shade
That they gave before they fled

Where is the faithful moon
To remind me that I am alone
Whispering shooting stars
In a furiously quiet tone

I’ll keep looking for the burning sun
When my heart says it’s myth
The rare warmth on my cold cheeks is all
That I now have to work with

A happy family
With the white picket fence ‘cross the creek
Moved away long ago
And I haven’t seen them in many weeks

Now I’m fiddling with grass
Because the clouds are out of my range
In the end, all I’ve learnt
Is that, in time, everything must change

 
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