EVERY CLOUD

Every cloud caressed by eyes and heart

always bears its blessing

though hidden inside and not easy to find,

they wait for our wings to touch

what beauty is within,

soar through their refreshing dew,

let it immerse in a cleansing rain,

wash away very tear and stain.


Hope is the eagle living inside

who doesn’t stop flying

because the sky turns dark or gray,

for love has feathers to keep one aloft

and always sail towards one’s dreams,

not seeing a barrier of billowy banks

waiting to impede one’s flight,

but an opportunity to experience

a different challenge and encounter.



For we are only limited by our own thoughts

when crossing air of life,

doing it with outstretched plumes of anticipation

always makes the journey filled with joy

while riding the wind of peace.