the poet

The cloud hanging low over my apartment far from home

Did anyone, in some lost time write a poetry looking at you?

May be a song of love, or a tale of pain and separation?

Or have you wandered just like me, without anyone noticing,

Drifting from one sky to the other, not cared to anchor anywhere?

This morning when you hang low, I feel you in me so deep within,

Today you have written a tale of sadness in me oh poet cloud.

I know you will pass soon finding place in some distant land,

But at last you do not seek a poet as you are one for me now.