White Skies
White Skies
White skies, your rain is near.
To wash away my thoughts again.
I’m a small piece of the world.
Sometimes with wavering fear
Like branches in the wind.
My dreams are real, I see them.
Dancing in the distance.
Vision once haunted me before.
Now it will be my gift to see
Far enough to reach them.
Then, I will speak like thunder
In the peak of a trailing storm.
Heidi Sands
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2016
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