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Wind Dancers

Light bubbles of painted canvas, dancing amongst the softness
Of heavenly space amidst the skies above, wind walkers captured
In a timeless waltz of everlasting eloquence and grace!
Swift air lanterns, set drifting, uplifting the mortal spiritual soul
Of the beguiling eyes of those enlighten, whom watch in sheer
Awes amazement, at the beauty of these gliding giants, in the
Distant horizons blazing sunset!
Currents breeze chasers, swaying to and forth on the delicate
Fridge of the starry night’s encroachment, oh brilliant weavers
Of this dreaming quilt of opulence majestic, I’m lost within your
Fabrics motion, as waves of air flutter ever so lightly, in the rippling
Effect of thy flight!
Floating elemental orbs, steamily bouncing between the heavens
And the earth, chariots heat balloons elevating the inspirational
Heights of mankind, exposing the grandeur of our magnificent
World that surrounding us all, in natural beauties ultimate
Masterpiece beyond our mortal existence!
Splendor’s optical window of the open air experience,
Lifting the physical being on the wings of imagination,
Casting away the shackles of the land, and releasing
The inner dreamer, welcoming them to join within their sacred
Dance amongst these vast divides of Nirvana!
Free falling angels, cradled within this timeless basket of inspiration,
Gently are thee to be rocked by the very breathe of God himself,
For you’ve entered into the kingdom of the heights most majestic,
Be still now, and just listen to the whispering of the angelic,
As your heart beholds the wonder beneath gravity’s unbound
Feet!
Carelessly let these moon children be illumined, by the
Ivory pearl that lingers within this glorious twilight surrender,
No journey’s end will ever capture this spiritual moments
Experience, in such glorious detail as the remembrance carried
Within the human hearts memory so tenderly embraced!
Light bubbles of painted canvas, dancing amongst the softness
Of heavenly space amidst the skies above, wind walkers captured
In a timeless waltz of everlasting eloquence and grace!
Swift air lanterns, set drifting, uplifting the mortal spiritual soul
Of the beguiling eyes of those enlighten, whom watch in sheer
Awes amazement, at the beauty of these gliding giants, in the
Distant horizons blazing sunset!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Eastman Avatar
September 12, 2015 at 1:53 PM
Pefect timing. On Sept 18th we have the Great Balloon glow after dark. Then 70 baloons lift off in the Great Forest Park balloon raceSept 19th... Following the 625 foot pink energizer buzzy hare balloon. They take off at 5- 6pm... Until then you can visit with the balloon riders! It's amazing!And it happens in St. Louis every year... PS. Loved you masterpiece!
Lamoureux Avatar
September 12, 2015 at 8:33 AM
I love seeing hot air balloons in the sky, one day I would like to go up in one. I enjoyed floating with you.
Vaso Avatar
September 11, 2015 at 11:19 PM
Amazing, that first photo too, so beautiful!
A   Avatar
September 10, 2015 at 10:20 AM
Hi Cheryl, you need a new poem up. LOL.. Every time I click on your old ones PLUS recent one, I've been there. :) Unless you can point out a poem you've written that needs love. I'm all up for it!!! I'm kind of bored... LOL... Perhaps I need to bug someone, that is why I am here. SO tell me what have you been up too. Besides, getting your poems ready for Halloween. :) I'll be here another hour or so... LINDA
Ober Avatar
September 10, 2015 at 7:09 AM
You have painted a magical atmosphere with such unique descriptions and beautiful imagery. Looking forward to reading more of your poetry!
La France Avatar
September 9, 2015 at 10:32 PM
Cheryl, how beautifully written, it made me think of the balloons that float over my home from time to time, that swooshing noise that signals they are hovering, loved this poem and what incredible images and thanks for visiting my pasta poem ....
Lindley Avatar
September 9, 2015 at 7:46 PM
Native Americans connection with Earth, Nature, Wind and Rivers combined with Their animal connections still cause we Whites to wonder. My grandfather was Native American.. Enjoyed this very creative and image filed poem!!
Tor Avatar
September 9, 2015 at 2:30 AM
Very nicely written. Great thoughts penned.
A   Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 8:04 PM
To be lost in a waltzing wind dance. The poem is beabeautiful. My dearest friend, I was in San Antonio, yesterday. I finally got -The Walking Experience VIP.... It was worth the trip... I can't wait to sit in their panel Friday - Sunday .... Linda
Zubair Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 3:44 PM
Endearing piece . Evokes joyful memories
Muideen Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 11:35 AM
Your write flow smoothly within readers mind.....a lovely write.......A.M.
Sathasivam Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 8:52 AM
Excellent. Well imagery and a great write. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it
Onclaud Avatar
September 7, 2015 at 2:53 PM
cherl, your detailed expressions reflect you dharp sense of observation.. this is truly beautiful!.. fly high... huggs
Callus Avatar
September 6, 2015 at 5:35 AM
Hi Cherl! Hope you are keeping well:) This is beautifully written, as if inspired by actual participation. Balloon flying is fascinating and exhilarating...dancing and gliding in the sky...while serenely drinking in the beauty that lies beneath. ~ All the best. // paul
Muideen Avatar
September 6, 2015 at 4:08 AM
A wonderful and an eloquent write Cherl, you penned this very well and profound.........A.M.
Guillermo - Fraser Avatar
September 4, 2015 at 3:17 AM
Cherl, such stunning mind blowing images!!! ~Olive Eloisa =')
A. Sharma Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 10:22 PM
Wonderful imagery n a superb write Cherl !
Curtis Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 7:19 PM
In reading this , my balloon just popped, lol.......Cheryl you've painted a beautiful picture...my only sorrow is here, the world may never see it.
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