When My Spirit Will Rise
There, above the line of cars,
Clouds wait patiently for me.
Ignoring bleating horns and car exhaust,
My spirit is not ready to rise.
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I know the air is pure above the clouds,
But still I must breathe deeply of this life.
Tho food sustains me, I yearn for the
Sweet sustenance I find only
In forest cathedrals.
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It is there I will let clouds take me.
12/30/13
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013
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