That’s not it, whatever you have
That’s not love.
And grasping a cloud from the sky
won’t make it love,
And a cloud won’t cushion your fall.
You pull at your cloud like a parachute cord.
But it can’t stop your fall
Gravity pulls at us all.
You’re not immune.
Still, your cloud is your dream and your hope.
It’s not mine to deflate.
So may your cloud stop your descent
with a gentle bounce.
May it leave you
On a safe, firm surface where you can dance.
May your cloud give you joy.
Watch it shift and change
And become the reality you’re dreaming of.
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