Gathered by mountains

Rumi said

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes
Because for those who love with heart and soul
there is no such thing as separation.

My messenger scrolling

remembers meetings, touchings

reminds

I am a cloud gathered by mountains

formed and shaped and guided

I am trailing thousands

of translucent threads

strands

ropes

reaching into homes,

islands,

storms

touching hands,

hearts

I pass through tempests

and under the sun