Clouds

Heavy
Dark
Closed
Once lively, now
Dim

Light peaks through for but a moment
Sometimes that lights is a mirror image, a mere
Reflection of what is
Outside the darkness,
A moonray in a forest,
Easy to lose
Impossible to grab hold of

Sometimes the clouds part
But only on windy days
The light comes rushing through,
Eager, thriving, rushing to make up for all
The time lost
But wind blows two ways
And the same thing that pulled away the clouds
Soon reminds the clouds of their
Intended place.

So back they go,
Slowly sighing
Nearly crying
Hardly trying
Clouds