Mountain and the cloud
We met in the mountains
Were fairytale happens,
Were the earth is green
Bountifully for the bovine.
There I saw you, slender
Like the gait of your river,
That returned your laughter.
Beautiful, you were ethereal,
Like unwritten poetry, surreal
Yet, shyness made you real.
Stars winked, your lips smiled
Trees swayed, your wrist played
Wind giggled, your eyes talked.
I spoke, and words meandered,
You… my thoughts surrendered.
Never did I ponder over your name
Perhaps I knew you better, fair dame.
You were, whom I loved in my poem,
Whom I craved with the jeroboam.
You spoke feelings and laughed at words,
The evening filled in with jovial chords,
The rest was said with sighs and sounds.
As the benevolent moon cried to sleep,
The clouds parted as they failed to keep
The brazen reality from dawning
And the honks rushed me out calling.
I had to leave that abode of yearnings
Surrendered to prudence’s claiming.
You never said a proper goodbye
Alas! There is nothing good in a bye.
I gazed and felt for the lonely cloud
That refused to answer calls aloud
And stayed aloof, adrift of its herd
Hugging your mountain warm and hard.
Then suddenly I saw the plains ahead
And remembered what the poet said
“The mountain is clearer to the climber from the plain”
I wished to see the cloud, mountain, and you, once again.