Floating on a Cloud
Floating on a cloud, I drift away
no anchor left, no ground to stay
the air is soft, it carries me
in endless space, where none can see
A whisper hums, both near and far
I lose the weight of who I am
a quiet freedom, calm and proud
I find myself, floating on a cloud
I fly above the birds, high off the ground
silently so high, without a sound
the world below grows faint, remote
I sail the sky, a weightless boat
I am not dead, I know I am not alive
in between realms I now survive
a shadow form, yet burning bright
half in darkness, half in light
No walls to press, no chains to bind
just open air, a restless mind
a gentle rise, no need to try
I float unbroken through the sky
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Light, fluffy and relaxing.
This is so serene and dream-like :-)
This sounds very freeing.
This is me when I’m having a good dream