Flying, soaring No need to come down. Between the droplets of clouds, Arms slicing the crisp, wet air. Carving out a home A place where the pull Of everyone, everything Floats far below me.
Daydreaming, Chirping out loud. Gotta find a break in the clouds!
The rain keeps on fallin. Fallin like tears, from the clouds. The rain keeps on fallin down.
Let me live amongst the clouds. Airy and light, Everything has to be right.
As I motor through the realm of space and time, Gliding over the rolling hills of clouds, Inside the bluest brightest sky, Where the air is crisp, biting at my cheeks, Is she up here? Will I see her bicycling by? As I sit and wait for her grand appearance, My mind is a vessel … Continue reading Space and Time – April 2, 2019