Monday, August 5, 2013

Where clouds may go

If this is all there is,
I’ll take it
Blue skies fluffed up
like a soft bed
sailing beyond my reach
to read like tea leaves,
making me ache
to be a sailor
with erect masts
to catch the stiff wind
instead I rise and fall
with the tides
settling for the lick of waves
upon this amazing shore
to touch the tips
of pointed stones,
and sometimes even
deep sea dive,
letting other men
go where I cannot
happy to be there at all
this amazing place,
this fading time,
all there is, or ever was
or ever will be,
a dreamscape
filled with whimsical clouds
all sailing beyond
where my fingers
can reach.

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