There are clouds
familiar ones
maybe the one
overhead right now
listening to broken hearts
watching feet run away
witnessing
the moods of souls
the arrows of words up
and tears shed
falling down
the cloud, maybe this one
has heard it all
extending an empathetic
extension of itself
absorbing the pain
folding it into
the covers of itself
apart from the shadows
it spreads
taking the pain and grief
to the horizon
where it quietly melts
into the ocean.
Roger Singer 