Cloud Castles

There’s a hole in the air around me
A space, niche...abyss
A collective absence where you were...
Your face, your eyes, aura
Energy doesn’t die
Energy doesn’t die
Even when the candle flames burn away

Yesterday was a banquet of choices
A table, full, decadent 
Your hand suggested subtle intimacies...
Turn of wrist, flared gesture
Soft as a bruise
Soft as a fuse
Watch the drunken moth dive to the pyre

And if all my words are just the mad rains of a distant storm
And if all my love is given in vain, everytime
At least the lead bellied clouds will know their voices are heard
And the Distant will know such comfort

There’s a chill breeze playing in my hair
Fingers curling tendrils
Memories tug at my skirts, leading me
Deep into your name again
Enfolded in yearning
Enfolded in quiet
Regretting only those words left unspoken 

And if all my dreams are just the foolish wishes of a child 
And if my belief in true love is just a cloud castle
At least pennies thrown in a fountain are counted by the angels
And cloud castles drift off, into eternity...