In uniform, like trains,
Grey, thick, a sheet mottled with white and light,
Hinting rescue from rains,
Showing a clear, brighter world up above,
The clouds just a cover,
But one as real as the virtues behind,
Like the foreboding face of a lover,
One who holds within her all that you need,
If you can soar above,
Ignoring the shadow on all you see,
That's the secret to love,
Ignore your eyes,
Live only for the sun,
E'en when the horizon's clouds're only grey,
With no hint of a breeze to shunt them on.
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