The Melting heart

When the clouds are sad
A rough home in the oceans great,
of clouds; where they all time wait
bear the rough yoked hurts
-of ocean waves

For a long long time
until it becomes too onerous
and they cant bear their sorrows
they rise and walk to the earth
their eyes so dark and hot as hearth

Then on their face earth blows cool air
so that they be with themselves fair
Then they whimpering pour down their hearts
overwhelmed on the earth, for-

They know she has a woman's heart
and will bear their tears load
share their grief and dry their face
and will wait for them on the same road