That Cloud Looks Like a Cloud
Looking upwards the clouds saunter by
whites and greys pierced with a playful glint
Sunlit fingers of god
Shunning the disbelievers
Parcels of ocean blue
with untethered blooms whispering by in unified singularity
The sky swallows my eyes
and self is lost to the outer
Misty ariels and titans of girth
Splayed in awe
No artist capturing its truth
But the soul finds reason and acceptance
The grass gently embraces me
and my time has meaning
Closing my eyes the gentle tendrils of summer eve
caress my face
Child of the universe
rest
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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