Smoke

I'm staring at the sky,
just riding with the clouds;
Praying to wash the days anew in the drought
As the sun decides to die but it rained
I knew they were those clouds
but it was just ashen smoke -
So now I'm staring at your eyes,
eating me alive;
Wishing for rain or maybe heavier
And when it all comes to end,
those little dull eyes;
I knew they were my sky
but it was just ashen smoke
And say it lingers
but I'm happy for silence or maybe quieter...
It's too much to hope