for the love of us

Someday I’d like to run
deep enough into the thick fog
that I become
scattered in a million facets;
engulfing the land
and the plants,
a prophet of
warmer times
and still days.
I’d like to be a cloud
so close to the ground
you can walk through
and lose yourself
before I drop
softly and gently,
my tears covering you
so when I finally
sink into the ground
or return to the sky
you will see where you are
and understand
what I wish.

 

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