If I were to move like air, wisps of moisture I would be.

Cloud me over. I will bring the rain.

Make you want to breath my air.

Be my cloud

Wisp away to reach the north.

Falling, falling, through this sky.

I had met your maker, the day you left.

To reach the moon,

by some new sun.

Found myself, between the life, I have felt,

 before you left.

Now,my cloud, you have become, wisps on the wind

Whisper in the sky. There are clouds forming

Where… is the new day.                      Nov 13