Quand les Nuages Partent

When the clouds were here –

the nebulous grey of thoughts

that obscures the way

and lights that fray the dark

extend the day, can’t help

with fragments of emotion,

cast astray,

that will not ensemble.

While the clouds depart –

the mixing grey that

stis the sleeping heart

to search again

for eyes to sweep apart

the vapours of the air

and only stare,

as time delivers.

When the clouds are gone –

with ease, the eyes can see,

dancing in the azure sky,

the swallow’s chance to be

free with sapphire wings to fly,

and leaving,

without a chance for grieving,

only blue

and freedom to pursue.

“…when beauty clears your mind of your heart’s clouds.”

Bretagne, April 2001

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