Walking On Clouds
I look from above
To the clouds that cover you,
Keep you from my sight.
The clouds seem to say
I could float, even walk there
In mid-sky out past
The place you still live,
Home that I left, leaving you.
The sun's rays reach me
In horizontal
Lines that slice me right to left
Like you asking me.
January 17, 2009 2:06 PM
Posted first June 18, 2009
On January 17, 2009 according to the June 18 posting I wrote eight poems. This was the fourth one or maybe the fifth. I posted six of the eight poems over the course of three days.
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