i could not hear the clouds passing overhead,
but i remember the wind.
when the sun returned
i saw only a shadow of you,
your retreating thoughts already far away,
vanishing into another night.
there would be no stars tonight,
no moon to light my dreams;
just the silence of the clouds passing overhead
and the memory of a wind
that touched me and was gone.
11/16/1991
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