Falling clouds

When clouds fell,
I must have been in love.

I remember the saddened mistake,
crying alone, saving death with my breath.

I can’t stop my tears,
I lay far away, broken heart,
lost soul in this sung mortality.

I can’t say I miss you.
I simply can’t survive
without your forgotten dreams.

I can’t say I forgot you.
I live in that lovely sky dressed
in gentle blue and fissured hope.

This is not the end,
breathless motive for blissful love,
made true in us.