Take Me To the Clouds Then by Summer Breeze


it was a mulling sparce crowd
where i espied a stranger
looking back and looking back at me
pleasing to the eye was he
so i lie down – wrap myself around him
he showed he enjoyed the wrap around but did not move
just as i say ok self, and rise
an ol’ love flutters by
momentarily, and i
say self, it’s fine, it’s good
i’ve places to go and things to see
i’m young and free
running gleefully thru the grass
the cloud and i alight upon my bed
with the thrill of a gleeful grass running memory
the memory of eyes looking and looking again
memory of an old friend
then another
how are you?


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