A Cloudless Sky is Heaven to Thee; But Heaven is Clouds as Far as I Can See.

A drifting cloud am I,
Free to roam the sky,
But I am drawn to thee
To be thy canopy,
In the soft sound of the blue;
As I hold my rain from you.

And the sun falls by my grace,
To keep from your soft face,
It's all effulgent flame;
And so you catch a plane,
To rise above my guile;
And move to some cloudless isle.

But time is pleasure's drain,
And in the sound of rain,
A quieting beauty knows,
'Pon which the flower grows,
So soon you shall return;
Because you got burnt.

Another lesson learnt.