She sang: “I look at clouds from both sides now”
I’ve pondered often on these puzzling words,
Yet ringing true today, with furrowed brow,
I wonder how to heal my crippled bird.
She’s lived each day by loving, not by sword,
Yet life has dealt a painful, piercing blow,
Her days once filled with technicolor chords,
Are (on this side) now monotone and low.
Her sadness seeps within, deep indigo,
As each door closes, one remains ajar
to cast a slanting light, she can’t but know
her soulmate’s gone from view, a distant star.
I understand those words now, all too well,
Her life, from both sides now, through clouds foretell.
Photo Friday: #clouds