Searching

The clouds of time pass,
they change from being dark, to being foggy,
to being blue in the crystal clear sky.

I see my life, reflected in the sea,
in shapes that the clouds take,
with each stroke of time and then just be..

It is the memories stored,
like the pieces of pearls,
closed in a shell,
precious beyond the prices of the world...

I pry open each shell,
too seek the memory out,
to see that moment,
in which...

One where happiness was captured,
in the other,
where the sadness was stored,
and then there were more..
where there were hurt and the pain..

I look at them,
and then I look at the sky,
I thank the world for all the happiness,
And then I look down

Into my palms,
searching for the one to blame,
for all the sorrow put into my hands..

I find no one.
Just me. Staring back,
into my own eyes..
then so be it...