Between Clouds

Floating in between the clouds
What goes up some day comes down
For time it feels like the right place
Held within a warm embrace
Now heartache echos, dull and hard
Leaving tremors - never scars.
A breeze could set the soul to sail
Directed by the threat of hell
Come back now to familiarity
A hand squeeze tells of certainty
And each day spent is bittersweet
The love, the laughs, the fulfilled dreams
Reaching, searching, for a cure
Something that will mend the hurt
That comes each time we must depart
From soft sweet hands and loving words -
You're worth the sorrowful, bruised heart.