Cloud Catcher
03/28/2014
I’m a lost man; a stone cast in the deepest sea,
I’m a bad man; drinking the waves of eternity,
I hold treasure and gold but they sink as I grow older
so quick, and naïve, like a cloud caught on my shoulder
I look down again, so close, and small, with precision,
Through the transparent orchid of this dark and dead division,
I will search and find that which, to me, is hidden
I will foresee all that is, for me, forbidden
There are no possibilities; there are only probabilities
There are no stars; there are no stars in the sky tonight