Cloud

 

Clouds drift by,

my mind free to fly

Clouds swelling high,

I dreamily sigh

 

For this is where I want to be,

soft wind blowing on me,

this is what is meant to be free

 

Golden sun,

clouds of white

azure sky.

Never had such fun!

such freedom to fly,

watching clouds pass me by

 

To loop and roll round clouds of white,

high as a kite!

Such joy of flight.

Me,

Myself,

no crowd,

as I play in sunlit cloud

 

Dive in to misty white,

soft cloud light,

burst through the other side,

blue sky miles wide

 

Golden sun ,

can be such fun,

but clouds take my breath away,

for this is where I want to play

 © Matthew R Brackley

 

A Poet's Call

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