“When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.”

I see things written in the sky, Spelled out in plain and ordinary ways, even the unpoetic becomes magic when read next to you.

Sew seeds of kindness let your compassion be that for which you are known.

Making me feel small won’t make you feel tall I’ve faced bigger giants than you and watched them fall.

I’m tired of fighting giants in my head.

Rest easy, dear heart grace has come for you.

I thought I had time until I realized the time had me.

I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.

You said you loved me but perhaps you never known what love looks like.

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.

I take a piece of you with me everywhere I go, so my soul never feels alone, and my heart always feels at home.

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, – No night but hath its morn.

I think if you’re an interesting person, you don’t have to cloud yourself in mystery for people to want to know more about you.

In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds.

Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.

He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.

Before we had airplanes and astronauts, we really thought that there was an actual place beyond the clouds, somewhere over the rainbow. There was an actual place, and we could go above the clouds and find it.there.

The President cannot make clouds to rain and cannot make the corn to grow. He cannot make business good, although when these things occur, political parties do claim some credit for the good things that have happened in this way

If you are the sun, clouds are not a problem.