Clouds

We are clouds

Full of dreams and rain

The occasional thunderstorm

And the possibility of an overcast day.

I am a body, empty of sensation.

Empty for so long that for a time,

I barely noticed.

For a time I learned the art of the liar;

The smile without feeling,

The dance proclaiming that all is well,

When in reality, all is simply waiting for

all of the backs to turn

to fall on its knees and shout

“why must I always be alone?”

But dependence and independence blur past

Opposite extremes.

They blur over such lines, that as soon

As I end my resistance, I’m falling.

And I have fallen for you.

I am an empty body

So void of sensation that I am scared not

To dance in the rain, not to feel that little

Bit of fury within my veins when I shout

To the sky

“I am not afraid!”

I am an empty body

A cloud

Floating beside you

For when I float beside you

The nerves within me are alive.

Suddenly

Profoundly

So fully that I feel all things I thought

So fleeting as if they will last forever.

That I finally feel the world as though

It’s mine.

Like all of the thousands of dreams

We will ever tie together into one.  

Dreams like stars, lost in the sky.

Lost in a sea of others trying only to

Drown them.

At times we don’t even bother to see

Them.

Our aspirations seem always so dim

Compared to the fire which surrounds them.

So broken.

So imperfect.

But perfection is boring

Life is this ever-chaotic force we have

So embraced

And our passion is hectic.

It’s fire,

It’s wind,

It’s the great undying mess which leaves

Us constantly between tears and laughter,

Crying in our great joy or pain

And laughing.

Laughing at the comedy of it all,

And still laughing in surprise

When we once again reach our realization

That we are not as alone as we always

Feared.

After all, how does an empty body,

One which had resigned to always

Remain so empty and alone

So fearful and longing as the day

It first understood that it was different,

React to finally feeling its heart beat?