Waiting for the sun

Thus I inquired of the sky –
Where upon your heart lies that it does not lay with me.
Asking the sea it indubitably replied “Better to ask how deep I be.”
I sighed affectuins denied by the ambiguity of this shroud.
“Better” is of true that I would be closer to you
were there a little less rain than
- Cloud.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008