The rising tide

Through The Glass Darkly

Lying here, feeling so high

As the clouds go drifting by

I dream my dreams and let them fly

Sending my prayers in flight like the dove

Where the clouds race so high above

Far from me and the strife below

Where we struggle as friend and foe

Far from this journey, where I fear to go

They say,

“Alone we are born, and alone we die”

And from this journey we cannot flee or hide

But we are not alone it seems

So this is why I dream my dreams

Sending prayers both night and day

I pray for wisdom to show me the way

And now with new dreams to soar and fly

I find myself here again, watching the sky

As the clouds go racing by

 

 

 

 

One thought on “The art of racing clouds

  1. Incony Blue's avatar Incony Blue says:

    poetry leaves much to design
    for movement bewteen coarse and fine.
    such edge in perspective is incony`s choice
    till the sun goes down and reflects his voice

    http://www.incony.org/360Panorama/Holmesunsetpanob/New%20Panorama1.html

    i make panoramas when i cannot write but see,
    in the begining there is no end but me.

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