Clouds

Soaring with the clouds, reaching for the stars,
The wind through my hair and the light in my eyes.
I see a golden bird in a distant puffy cloud,
Yet the eagle makes no sound as it silently flies by.

There’s a rabbit that is fading, turning into dust,
And in its place a polar bear brazenly comes forth.
He salutes us with his size, his teeth razor sharp,
It’s not to be for in his place a beautiful white horse.

There are dragons, giant fish, elephants and toads,
Pixies, Elves and Fairy’s, some are big and some quite small.
I see trolls that are standing in the middle of the row,
Some are really little and some are very tall.

Take a moment from your busy day to check out all the clouds,
Since your imagination is what makes the scene unfold.
Unseen images of beauty will delight your wandering eyes,
Silver linings are quite normal but sometimes you’ll see gold.

Cynthia L. Haltom
May 2018