Clouded Dreams Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking about effervescent clouds covering dreams of yesterday.
Unhurriedly watching patterns take shape, remolding mazes of childhood; classically mesmerizing coordinated efforts of play to
reality.
How unlike perpetual signs of daily routine they are.
Slowly springing to life, catching dusty coattails of mainline
adversity.
Taking a mind to upper dimensions of thought - beyond those of
daydreaming and imagining.
Soaring on clouded pathways, freeing thoughts and ideas from
cobwebs of reality.
Searching outer limits of everyday meanings and reason, capturing
everything on the edge of eternity.