She Is (part II)

She belongs in the clouds, she told me once and I never forgot, She is only at home when on airplanes, High up in the sky, Only content when clouds are in view, When she’s the same height as them, Sitting in a cramped space, looking out of a small window, Looking down on the world, eye level with a cloud, A free spirit’s work is never done, And she is gone again, To seek is to be free, She is free only when she is not here, She is caged, contained and trapped by this sad, empty town, Dragging her small, bare feet up and down the cold pavement, She knows in her heart they were not made to walk this road, She finds herself looking up at the not so blue sky, Wishing on airplanes as they make white lines in the sky, So near, yet so far, Our souls are separate now, Not just by miles, for souls are always together, I am a lost soul, she is a free soul, Perhaps I was blinded when the light hit her eyes, Like when sunlight hits the ocean and diamonds appear on the waves, It’s not real, you can see it with the widest eyes, but there’s no truth, Sight deceives you, It was just wishful thinking,  If love is blind, are souls blind? She is somewhere far away, I hope somewhere where the clouds are near to her, Or where the sun is shining on her, enhancing her, enchanting her soul, Bringing her back to life, I hope she is dancing freely and gracefully, and her toes are sinking into millions of tiny grains of warm sand, She is everywhere, all at once, She is the airplane making too much noise when you just want peace, She is the line in the sky you compare to a silver lining because you didn't see the plane, She is every blue sky, And every ray of sun, At her best, she is summer at it’s very peak, When everyone’s happy and nothing is wrong, I have not lost her, I am lost and she is free, And that’s the way it was always meant to be. - “She Is (part II) // F. H