Clouds

Above the clouds there is silence
Stillness in a white ocean’s flow
Cities, lakes, dots in space
Time relative to the feeling
That the vast world vaulting us
Is a colourful motion picture
In the window of our soul.
Meanwhile I sit quietly
In my reclined chair
Breathing slow
Gliding through
A bird in a moving flock
Playing with memories of you.

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