Transparent Cloud

Transparent Cloud

Time accumulates, as do emotions.
Eyes closed, and the voices fade.
Eyes open, and there’s the sky.　
In the blue sky, a lonely transparent cloud.
Wrapped in the sun’s light.
The light should have taken the sadness.
Yet somehow, the summer light is full of sadness.　
That was the first time I knew there was color in the wind.
The transparent cloud in the blue sky sunk.
Reflected in the fragments of tears.