I Look Unto The Passing Clouds

I look unto the passing clouds In which my dreams were made and lost, And watch them as they sail away Upon the wind that blows across the evening sky. As each one disappears Over the distant horizon and slowly melt into the sunset, I know that I am helpless to stop them And I shall never see them again. And yet I pray they'll find another soul Who shall look upon them in the same way as I, And maybe for them Their dreams shall all come true. Alas for me The time has expired, Too late to change the suffering I have endured, Too late to change the memories of the past. So no longer shall I dream For now the clouds in which they sailed, Hold nothing more than teardrops Which glisten as they fall towards the cold, hard ground. Copyright Andrew Blakemore 2011