—The Cloud
About you, God—
Your ways, your plans
Your intentions
For mankind
It always seems
So hazy
And improbable
To be true
Skywriting my fate
In precepts,
That dissolve
In the blue…
This just about sums up
Everything
I know about you:
Roses have thorns,
Flowers have bees,
And I have you—
And this ache
Inside me.