WAITING FOR LOVE'S CLOUD

WAITING FOR LOVE'S CLOUD

I sit silently, pondering Love’s Clouds sailing somnolently above.

Giant puffs of pure white, boiled in cuddly balls by Heaven’s stew pot,
Passing unnoticed by scurrying ants seeking terrestrial staples.

And I, like them, am an insignificant earth-bound passenger.

I thirst to fly high, amongst the roiling, tumbling Love Clouds
Restlessly eager to find their final destination in the arms of Love,
Swimming on seas of cotton, shaped like voluptuous bellies
Guarding Love’s sweet womb.

But Love’s Clouds, My Darling, pay me no heed.
They dance in delight, nonplussed by my desire to join them.

Haughty in their temerity, they ignore my waiting,

They delight in their ignorance of my arms stretching up to them.

I feel alone, abandoned.

Oh, my Love, I wait for your Love Cloud
To descend and engulf me...

To swirl me up, up into the delirious blue
And swallow my heart and soul....

Then, My Love, I will be happy and joyous.

I wait.
I wait for Love.

But you, My Love, need not wait.

I am your Love Cloud, always...

As The Thorn Guards The Rose, My Pen Protects Our Love

Forever Yours My Cloud of Love,

Cyrano!