My heart hath become a dancing cloud,
by MBJ Pancras
But with no moisture in it sans thee,
The west wind tosses my heart up and down,
The storm from the south lashes my inward eye,
Lashed by the mercury boy,
My heart rolls beneath the soil.
My heart longs for thee, and let it live,
Blow thy breath unto me that my heart shall quicken,
Show thy face unto me that melodies shall touch my heart,
Each moment in thy absence
My heart breaks down in tears.
Know I thy smiles from a distance
Shall translate thy silent love for me;
Yet my heart longs for thy heart.
Then my heart shall a cloud of rain
And there is moisture in it
With rainbow in my world of love.