I Reach Out

I reach out to move the cloud
But realizing it is only an illusion
I pull my hands back to my side
And feel the raindrops cascade down my cheeks
I can feel the warmth of the sun
It is close at hand
But feelings
Are not seeing
Only feelings
I know the sun is real
But the warmth
May only be from inside
And until the sun shows itself
I cannot be sure it is near.
How sad 'twould be
For the cloud to be real
And the sun to be an illusion
And I long for the warmth of the sun

~Michael Bahm~

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