It seemed the kind of life we wanted. <br />Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. <br />Sunlight in every room. <br />The two of us walking by the sea naked. <br /> <br />Some evenings, however, we found ourselves <br />Unsure of what comes next. <br />Like tragic actors in a theater on fire, <br />With birds circling over our heads, <br />The dark pines strangely still, <br />Each rock we stepped on bloodied by the sunset. <br /> <br />We were back on our terrace sipping wine. <br />Why always this hint of an unhappy ending? <br />Clouds of almost human appearance <br />Gathering on the horizon, but the rest lovely <br />With the air so mild and the sea untroubled. <br /> <br />The night suddenly upon us, a starless night. <br />You lighting a candle, carrying it naked <br />Into our bedroom and blowing it out quickly. <br />The dark pines and grasses strangely still.<br /><br />Charles Simic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-gathering/
