You may consider yourself like any man
Mundane, ordinary
But for me you're higher than
The rest -
Higher than me.
You're my cloud.
The one I've been chasing.
The one never changing.
For days on end
I would run to the river's bend
Intending to try and catch you
(My breaths often come to an end)
But off you go into the blue.
You're my cloud, I go -
The one I've been chasing
The one never changing
The one making me feel so low
I leap to you and even though
I never reach, I try again some more
And I crash back to the soil floor.
You're my cloud
The one I'd give my life for!
How long will I keep chasing?
This habit never changing -
My affection you keep taking!
You give me rain
I give it meaning.
You block the sun
Again, you start leaving,
And my world has come undone.
I decide my life is done.
To be with you lover, I now know
I must fly to the heavens
Yes, that's where I'll go!
And there we may reign.
We may snow, and we may rain.
I take my life for you.
My soul now fleeting.
To be with you, in the sky
My world will have meaning.
But I start to fly higher than you
You disappear from view-
View now becoming blurry-
Blurry scenes of white cover me-
Meanings turn to air.
Air is all I've become.
For no weatherman can determine
The forecast of losing oneself
Chasing clouds.
A habit meant for weathered men.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
General FictionDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...
