only partially reviled by the chamber of a
dense cloud-filled sky. the wind blows a
pleasant chill as the clouds part just a little
more to tease me with a bit of heavenly
splendor.
yet i can only think of you. of
how if all were just in the world you
would be here holding me in your arms.
i look upwards once more to
curse the beauty that makes me long to feel
you here, with me.
