The Clouds Whisper Her Name

She must be there
I felt her fingers-
brushing away my tears,
my frowns
stroking my hair

She must be there
I heard her voice-
"Hush,
Don't cry-
save your tears before they run dry"

She must be there
I touched her wings-
There were feathers in my fingers
With colours that sing

If-
I hold my breath and be still long enough-
I could almost hear
the clouds whisper her name