For what is the cloud to the sun, <br />It is nothing. The wind has always <br />Driven it away and the sun does not <br />Care. For want of love and care, the <br />Cloud plays with the fields and the <br />River and the sea. Impregnated it <br />Has conceived, and gives <br />Birth to the rain. The fields and the <br />Sea and the rivers feasted. The fields <br />Grow the grass and the flowers. <br />The sea and the rivers have <br />Seeded its waters with more fish. <br />The cloud does not like it. It has <br />Always dreamt of the sun but the <br />Wind has always blown it away. <br />At night the cloud talks to the moon. <br />And seeing the likeness of its light <br />To the sun that it loves, the cloud <br />Makes love with the shining moon. <br />It has given birth to the stars. <br />The following morning, the cloud <br />Is exhausted. It floats with the <br />Chastisements of the wind. There <br />Is no more direction. It still dreams <br />Of the sun. It dies and becomes <br />Taken as part of the wind. The <br />Cloud has become a white, clear <br />Sky. It is nothing. It is what you <br />See, when love is unrequited.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-the-cloud-to-the-sun/
