I asked you a question once
Or twice
But you never answered
I greeted your bright morning
so many shines
But you never woke
And then those clouds
I remember, start to roll
The way they always do
The way I always hoped they would
Softly crawling across that panorama
I thought I saw a sign one day
An omen
Then I remembered
I did not believe in omens
Or signs
Or anything beyond the surface
Of these green and blue layers
That lasting moments
Or, tender seconds were just
A fleeting breath
They were not mine
Anymore then this dream
That I hoped I could hold

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