The colliding clouds are in combat <br />they crash through each other <br />consume and become one. <br />Silently the wind urges them on <br />as its inpatient ally waits in the <br />black background. <br />The moon bides its time willing <br />the wind to disperse the seperated. <br />It seizes its chance and slices through <br />slapping itself onto the streets below. <br /> <br />Shadows of the outside world dance <br />upon my ceiling, black puppets throw <br />themselves around my room. <br />The curtains can no longer perform <br />light jaded and light worn they <br />whimper in the wind. <br />She is sleeping beside me yet <br />dreaming elsewhere <br /> The clouds collide and consume, <br />and darkness descends. <br />And everything becomes clear.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-clouds-are-blown-it-all-becomes-clear/
