As the journey of clouds fills my eyes,
While the breeze reminds me of my sorrow,
As birds sing,
The peace I try to contain,
Have you come to cast it out of my soul?
While shattered glass can't be pieced together again
While you can't find what you hope for in another land,
Have you come to hurt me?

I wrote just a poem for you, just so you wouldn't remain in the poem. I lost count of how many poems this makes...

BLUENESS

Close to the water,

Yet far from my wish for now.

I search beneath the hollow of a tree,

Bit by bit.

I'm doing the hardest job in the world

My eyes, like a flowing tide,

Defy the river’s course.

A sorrowful crimson sky falls upon me.

Turns out, the hardest thing in the world

It is to stand tall, seeking blueness.

 I gaze at you from behind snow-covered bars,  

accompanied by my tearful prayers.

 My heart stutters when I think of you.