I look upon silver linings,
When I wish for a different reality.
The stars are too busy,
Too occupied for the many hopefuls.
On most days,
I feel like the clouds;
Shadows behind the brilliant ones.
And so I look upon the clouds,
Knowing that I only have the odds with me,
And wish that they hear my heart’s desires,
And that maybe they feel what I’m feeling too.
I Guess they did.
My heart is full,
Even with the many despairs it carries.
The clouds heard me;
They’re giving me a chance.
As the sun started to rest,
The clouds glistened and twinkled,
Giving me comforting acknowledgment.
I’ll show them that not only do stars shine,
But clouds do too.