I sit alone in a silent cloud,
My words to weave when allowed,
Reflecting on the life that I have spent
And in all the ways to me it has meant.
I have passed by chances, leaving them behind,
Only to discover others of a different kind.
Most have been helpful, some not so,
But through them all I had to go.
Now I come upon a time
When solitude is a friend of mine.
I seek that cloud with a welcoming embrace.
I can hide and find happiness within that space.
How long is a span of time? How many clouds have a silver line?
How many doors must one pass through, before life has done its best for you?