The Garden of Memories

Whilst the clouds float away, ever so slowly..
The sun still shines, though on the verge of setting..
Is that akin to the reason why..
Some things changed while the others couldn't?..
Because even as this bright light..
Eventually gives way to the cool night..
Lulling me into the sleep's arms..
The darkness will soon fade away..
And surely, the morning rays come hither..
To herald the dawn of a new day..
As my eyes return from the world of dreams..
They are accompanied by what might be a little dew..
Wetness stolen from the little garden tree..
Caressing my cheek ever so gently..
But why is the path it traces embued..
With a warmth this morning doesn't hold?..
So maybe, it was just a stray droplet..
From the clouds that had been there yesterday, in the sky..
But it never could have happened, could it?..
Because even while I gaze upwards to find a clue..
I know for a fact that..
The clouds have long since moved away..
From the sky, that slowly turns blue..