Separated By The Sky

I screamed and and I cried and

I fought with the sky,

Begging and pleading up

At the insurmountable gray.

But the thing is,

The sky may listen, and the rain

Tries to comfort me,

But the pleas are swallowed by the wind.

I now see sunsets

Leached of all color, and

Clouds that obey a different master.

Why did they not listen to me?

And I know, after a time, an everlasting time,

The color will come back, and the wind

Will comb through my hair, and yet

The sky will still feel cold, distant.

But you will not.

You are with me, listening

Sending the rain to embrace me.

You and I, separated only, by the sky.