Illustration by Jillian Rees
Let the clouds cry.
Let them cry
Let them pour rivers
of what you left behind
Let go of the strings you hold,
Like a balloon, or a kite.
The strings you attached to the clouds,
Say goodbye.
Madness is in the way your hair burns.
The way the clock turns.
Let go.
Your hair was a field of strawberries
Your eyes were an ocean,
A foamy blue I could live in
When I kissed you.
Let the clouds cry.
Let them cry,
While you dream tonight.
Let them feel sorrow
As they cry
Into tomorrow.
Dream about the heart-shaped leaves
on the thin branches of the purple tree.
You know the one.
Where the butterflies
sleep amongst the flowers,
Blessed by the tears of the clouds.
Now, say goodbye,
Let the clouds cry.
Let them cry.
Let them cry.
Let them cry.