Above Gray Clouds

Above gray clouds, I swing in light Through changes daylight brings to night I hear your voice, it comforts me In blindness where I cannot see Sometimes the best waits out of sight The soft clouds cleanse me, colored white Smoothly I swing, things are made right Accepting loss, letting it be Above gray clouds Some people judge, I say, “not quite” Unless you have taken this flight Below me is the pain I flee, Tears in puddles, so I am free To swing and swing, to gather might Above gray clouds Heidi Sands 8/12/18 Placed 1st in the Rondeau Contest. Photo 1.