Cloud Nine

A year ago, you rested on Cloud Nine:
another lover. Never wondered who,
but then I did not need you to be mine.

Beatified, your eyes began to shine.
The reason why? I didn't have a clue
a year ago. You rested on Cloud Nine.

There was no desperation to divine
what lifted you, nor if your love was true,
but then I did not need you to be mine.

The cloud dispersed, the psychic weather fine.
This sky's as clear as air. And was it blue
a year ago? You rested on Cloud Nine.

Opacity's no part of love's design,
as maybe once I might have said to you,
but then I did not. Need you to be mine

however, now: along horizon's line,
no rain remains and daylight dances through.
A year ago you rested on Cloud Nine,
but then I did not need you to be mine.

From the book Love Poems