TH (01-15-1976 / Louisiana)

Cloud Nine

the day fills more often than I have seen
my life is with the clouds
romantically pitched into a dream
I rise the more with fitted interest
high above the earth an arching sky
lost in many worlds I rest in the place
where doves are the envy
castaways those who have no wings
I am drawn to make beautiful
whatever is lost in the dawn
waking this most awesome notion
that days are forever granted
despite clouds covering me from being to small
there is also a wind that is present
gathers me in the clenches
thus this is like the dream
I am then naked to the earth
without the billow of sunshine
darting my gaze happening to the life
I have mostly dreamed away

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just voted it 10!