Black Umbrellas

I sit alone in quiet,

Seeing you,

And think remorseful thoughts,

The sky outside

Is dark and full of stars,

My hands are empty,

There is moonlight

Pouring through

An open window

Like rain

Through a broken rooftop,

I wonder

Where the clouds go

When they are thirsty

And need to drink,

They are sheep

Wandering the hillsides

In search of water,

There is no shepherd,

No one

keeps watch over clouds,

except the weathermen,

and they are hiding

beneath black umbrellas,

watching for distant lightening,

and waiting on thunder,

that shatters all silence,

including your eyes.

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