The Clouds
Carpet on the floor so high on the land but of the sky territory of your course of flight to infinity and beyond it lie Whether the rising horizon where the sun goes off and on or the base of universe freedom of yours is nowhere gone Something so beautiful could grow out of gasses,dust and H2O like a cotton softly flow wiping wounds of earth you go Carry water for the rain shed from the heat of pain imagination gains the brain when you take the form of LEGO planes Blue to Red to Dark and Bright of wind and yours the friendly fights poking the mountains day and night to earth you are the wireless kite. ...