Pause.

I wonder what's beyond the clouds.

Is there more than the blue sky?
What of hopes and dreams?

The rain parts the clouds for a while,
and I can see futures, wishes, and longings.
Little pitters and patters of laughter
fall around me, saying "Look up, look up."

And I see.

I see stars dancing among the falling silver,
smiling and crying as they slip in and out
of each other's reach.

I see the sun kissing the leaves,
spreading marmalade onto a world of grey.
The moon paints shades of dusk
when the sun no longer wants to play.

I see the eagle drifting alone,
spiraling ever so high,
and ever so lonely.
Lost his love, and cannot find it.
I can hear his "Where are you, where are you?"
as he flies away.

I see children's kites as patches of color
against a backdrop of blue.
They wave in the wind, gesturing, diving,
and calling out, "Won't you play with me?"

I want to, but there's so little time now.