Clouds
When clouds are slowly drifting by
across the heavens in my mind,
they lift my thoughts into the sky
in search of dreams I long to find.
I’m carried off to distant lands
when clouds are slowly drifting by
to pristine beaches white with sands
and palm trees swaying way up high.
At times a darkness fills my sky
as though the sun has disappeared
when stormy clouds are drifting by
and hiding hope with dreams I feared.
But then my vivid fantasies
that leave me on a natural high
restore my weary mind to ease
when clouds are slowly drifting by.
June 14, 2020
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2020
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