I saw a Woman in the clouds
Tinted with pink and golden tones.
I had stood loosely in the water
Wishing I could feel less alone.
To ease my watering eyes
My head tilted towards the atmosphere.
I was taken back from momentary grief
When I first saw Her appear.
Her hair flowed gently around Her face,
She moved with leisurely velocity.
She must have felt completely perplexed
By my sudden stare of curiosity.
Her company mimicked my grief,
Being that it was simply momentary.
Once Her presence was smeared from my sight,
My thoughts felt fragmentary.
Was there a purpose for Her presence,
What was I to make of Her appearance?
I couldn't help but feel bewildered
As I pondered the interference.
I came to realize a potential answer
On why She made herself known.
For after feeling desperately isolated,
I no longer felt quite as alone.
So I watched the remaining sunset hues
Delicately pass me by,
My condition and position were unchanged,
But I no longer felt compelled to cry.
I may be sheltered and distanced
From the warm embrace of a friend,
But for now I carry the memory of Her,
Who I hope to see again.