Insight
Heaven's furry sheep
Grazing the light atmosphere
Bares blue the sky's bloom
Clouds were made to weep
Not paint portraits on blue air
Trees without perfume
The virtual sea
These Jason's sail, hides nothing
Except death's surprise
The eyes graze the deep
Visions of the mind, what fear
Like frosty waves leap
From the hearts dark sea
The wind of thoughts in rags bring
Logic's cold demise
Love should not regret
The fancy of the heart, wing
It, denying death
For clouds' sheep are dreams
Dream's love are clouds, the blue air
With new magic teems
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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