Winter clouds

Staring at the quiet clouds
Hanging of a cold and pale blue sky
There is no sun
There is no life
I can only stare trough windows that
Are now warming like a winter light bulb
Flooding all my being with sorrow
And I want to cry
But just inside
Cause I have spilt my life through my small eyes
And now they’re dead and dry

As the morning goes around this anguish
Filling all my guilt with flowers
Of a time that died
In my hands
All of you remains and
I will keep it under
All the love you left here in my heart
And every winter cloud