The passing cloud

When life first saw the sky
With that very first blink
The mind began to soak the sights
ANd lead the soul to think
With eagerness it questioned
Will this life always be filled with joy?
For the heart lures the mind with unknown feelings
Warping the mind of a little boy
The young question the feelings
Which in the heart are so real and true
And are challenged by the conviction
That those feelings are wrong and askew
Was I to love that soul in life
In a cold platonic way?
For how can I allow myself to love
When the heart has turned astray
With a passion in my heart to love
And the feeling of a cold blue flame.
I am banished to a life of loneliness
dragging a spirit of guilt and shame
Will I live to see the smile
In my baby's newborn eyes?
Or was I just a dark cloud passing for a while
Amongst beautiful blue skies
-Ruben Mishael Herrera (6/17/06)