It doesn’t fade it doesn’t die
It lingers softly in the sky
Not grief not joy not shade not clear —
But breath between the far and near
We think of parting as the end
But clouds return where seasons bend
They change their shape but not their core
They fall as rain then rise once more
The soul transforms it shifts it grows
It falls it shines it always knows
The form may pass the love remains
In whispering air in gentle rains
Fear no change for all that leaves
Transforms not dies —the spirit weaves
The cloud may move the sky may grieve
But love —that cloud —will never leave