LOST

He is a cloud
Blowing in the wind
Near the sun
Just above the ocean.
Watching over all
As he passes
Seeing the beauty
Of what he needs.
He shall absorb
The force of the wind
The warmth of the sun
The moisture of the ocean,
To storm.
Forming a rainbow of hope
Which shall surround
The love he never found
Then he will not wander
Around.
For he shall fall
In love.