The Clouds
Carpet on the floor so high
on the land but of the skyterritory 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.
~RV
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