When Clouds Cry

Lift your wings. Wings will take you away. Away into the sky where you will be safe. Safe from the worries below. Safe from your troubles. Safe from your fears.


Fears hold you down. They keep your wings from grasping the wind. Wind would lift you, you who are bound to the earth, but your wings are too tired. Tired from running. Tired from trying. Tired from being tired.

Lift your wings my dear. Lift them and feel the wind. Remember that with wind you rise. Rise into the air and remember that your wings catch the wind, but do not control it.

It lifts you to the sky as the clouds precipitate tears. Tears soak the earth as the wind lifts you away. They soak in and nourish the trees. They nourish me. The tears you cannot cry. The tears that hide away. The tears you feel but never surface.

Surface now, surface above the clouds. Clouds hold you for a moment and you look around. Around you the grey closes in. It closes in and embraces you. Embrace your inability to fly. Embrace the feathers that cover your skin. Embrace the force that lifts you, you who are bound to the earth.

Earth has faded. Faded away so you cannot see it. The grey envelops you for a moment. A moment in time you neither see nor feel. Feel the tears below you. Feel them all around you. Feel them cling to your feathers as you climb. Climb out now. Now you are above. Above the grey rest. Rest on the tops of the clouds. Clouds shimmer below you. You drift over them and let go of the tears you could not cry. Cry now.

The clouds of your mind precipitate tears. Tears soak the earth as the wind lifts you away.

You are released from the dull grey below. You see the light and shadow of another world. The sisters are there. They run across the clouds and build houses of dew. They laugh and play, heedless of the tears below.

They look up as the wind carries you. You look down on them, tears falling from your eyes. Eyes stop as they see you.

Listen to their voices. Hear them call you down. Drift closer as they invite you in. Perch on their window sill and avert your eyes when they ask what is wrong.

"Wrong?" What could be wrong?

Let them help you. Let them sit by your side and stroke your feathers. Let them lift your spirit as the wind lifted your wings. Wings soothed by the air coursing over them.