Clouds Poem by Jason Danner

Clouds



CLOUDS
Above the clouds,
I'm looking down,
At town, That's so far away.
From up here,
You cannot hear,
The chaos on the ground.
A westerly wind
Brings turbulence in
To this vessel in the sky
As thoughts begin,
My head starts to spin,
Noticing pictures up so high
Amorphous shapes,
Change to wine and grapes
As my imagination flies.
I see a face,
Veiled in lace,
It's so fun to fantasize.
It disappears,
As the pilot steers,
This ship through her eyes.
I see a tiger growl,
And waterfowl,
Why do they seem so alive?
We begin to descend,
soon it will end,
as the plane begins to dive.
Soon we touch down,
And land on the ground,
Chaos is back in our lives.
But for a two hour trip,
I must admit,
I hate that it's passed me by.
One last time,
It seems so sublime,
I'm happier in the sky.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: air,dreaming,fantasy
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Wrote aboard a plane
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