Clouds, A Place of Dreams

Clouds, A Place of Dreams

  • The clouds are white fluffy and move gently across the sky passing overhead.
  • They have faces stored in them.  There was a lion and a tiny mouse.
  • The clouds,  light gray to almost cobalt blue driving fast across the hills and horizon.
  • The clouds, angry, boiling, rolling, stacking up in front of my eyes.
  • They are the lace through which the sun sinks into darkness for another day.
  • The clouds of all shapes, sizes, and colors speed across the sky offer my mind a place to roam and ruminate.
  • The clouds move across the sky and pass by the full moon providing a back light to a place of dreams.

 

Originally written:   July 28,1995

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