USUALLY

I love to see the clouds

Drifting, changing above

How much they seem like people

chasing after love

BUT SOMETIMES

As I watch, a sadness comes over me

As in the changing clouds I see

A restlessness, fickleness

Constant motion full and splendid

Then dissolved, a union ended

Like people who think they’re in love

AND NOW

The clouds are eased, and with my eyes

Scanning the skies

The joy returns to my face

As I realize

That love is not like clouds

Love, when it is real

Is never erased

Love never dies

Cordia Watson

Copyright 1990