Written for Paul who has had his  problems.

 

Clouds gathering

not the lazy drifting

feather floating

clouds that I have come to love

but a tumult of thunderheads

a boil of molten lead

energy laden

burden heavy

explosion ready

rapidly closing the gap

on the final glimpse of summer blue

the glimpse of what was

the glimpse of what can't be

of birds that cannot fly

of love that cannot die

rapidly closing the gap

laying the trap

that could end in self distruct

or tempering the steel