Clouds came into view as they would. How could they not when I was viewing The sky? Clouds, they tend to live up in
The sky, whereas I only dream of being
High up amongst the clouds. I am here
Down to earth. Not walking on clouds.
Walking on roadways or sidewalks, on
Concrete. This is a very concrete place
Wherein, open which I tread. Carefully
Looking up into a sky full of clouds as
Delicate, light and airy as frothy cream
Head in the clouds.
Head for the clouds.
The sensation like flying,
Feet on the ground. I've
Said it before, I'll say it
Again, clouds captivate
Me, draw me to dream.
Imagining life up there
In the filament, a web
So real yet nebulous.
Head in the clouds
Where dreamers dream
Interesting intuitive intriguing
Riveting revelatory restorative
Marvelous mystifying magical
Ambiguous ambitious aspiring
Inspiring revolutionary divine
You may not be as enthralled
In these heavenly aureola as I.
I see my footfalls drop in the
Clouds that line a path in the
Sky. Upside down, but headed
Toward an infinite aerie in the
Air. Above always above and
So much more to go than we
Go here below. It's infinite in
The sky, clouds massing in the
Patterns they form, light and
Airy. Above. Here below it's so
Finite and defined. There is so
Much more to explore above
In the clouds. My path in the
Sky has no end. Doesn't stop
A benign sky has a lot
Of character. This one
Is benign and full of
All the subtleties that
Make a day stand out.
Beauty is in the fluffy
Puffs that stretch out
Over the sky, it defines
What kind of day we'll
Enjoy, and lets us know
How to greet sun and
Clouds with an equal
Enthusiasm. A bright
Day deserves our full
Attention even when
It remains modest or
Shy, hiding behind a
Bank of clouds. It is
Still a still life that is
Catching fire in our
Imagination with its
Gentle rhythms in a
Benign cloud-filled
Sky. A beautiful day!
There is a skyway in the air
Over head. It is a flatland
Resembling ice floes above.
An inverted road that turns
The world upside and down,
Mirroring it in the clouds, it
Is in the heavens that I see
My path, a walkway of white
Bleak yet inviting. You can
Get lost, without directions
In the flat skyland of cloud
Where is this heavenly road leading?
Will its sheer beauty take me to the
Happy knowledge that surpasses all
Things earthbound? I want to realize
The allure of the world in its wonders.
Is this the way to the end of the world?
I am an atheist and will not acknowledge
This sort of transcendence but am so
Happy for you that you are pulled to
The spiritual, knowing your way on a
Highway to heaven, a road to nowhere.
The path that leads you to everywhere.
Where does this beautiful road lead?
Buildings, normally solid, shimmer with
The brightening illumination of an early
Sky, illuminated as if from within by sun,
In contrast to clouds, dark and edifying.
Luminescence in the early morning light.
Inevitably, it all passes
Sometimes, slowly like
A drifting cloud on a
Windless day or as quickly
As a car race at LeMans.
Inevitably and without a
Warning, time steals away
The sky is a road to a distant
Place but this road ends in the
Distance. The clouds sorta just
Fall off. You can only go so far.
Tamara, really