clouds race overhead
as i think of you in my bed.
they pass me by
without waving goodbye.
but you are the humidity
my sustainability.
ever-present
my fall and ascent.
you are the O
in the air that I blow.
without you I'd only be 'see'
materiality.
so clouds, farewell
in my breath do you dwell.
however i pray that one morn
that shape will reform.
reopen my heart
as you did in the start.
free me of fear
truth reappear.
though for that cloud i am not ready
all pure and steady.
it is my peak
completely unique.
it is my end
on my life depends.
with it nothing matters
so i must first climb this ladder.
made only for me
only i can see.
you are my whole
the drive of my soul.
my everything
my nothing
