On days like this, I wonder when clouds will decide to shatter.
When blue skies will be blinding, and golden sun will wrap itself around my hands, giving off it’s light.
But for now, I will catch raindrops with my eyelashes, and let skies do the mourning for me.
I will let lightning enter my mind, and strike through moments when I finally confessed a love was mine, to find they already found another rumble of thunder.
I will embody the universe for those who need an example.
I will sunbathe in nights, and star gaze during days.
I will find a new meaning of distancing myself from people who need a breath, and a wingspan full of space.
Until sunlight returns, and brings us together, I will let the birds do the searching for me.
Val Karas from Canada on March 31, 2020:
Xandra -- With poems like this one, I rediscover my deep empathy with people, since your words stir a response of spiritually "being with you".