Black house roofs are a mirror to the smoke. <br />The cloud mood makes a backdropp for good-bye. <br />You lift me parallel to chimney stacks <br />And make me dizzy with your old world kiss. <br /> <br />The soot is falling like night colored snow <br />I feel its weight like stove lids on my eyes. <br />I know I will make poetry again, <br />But who will chafe my heart when you are gone?<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloud-moods/
