There is loneliness
In the clouds going by
They seem so less and less
As they rise on high
In their misty haze
Skimming all day long
In many day dreams amaze
That is in their morning song
Feeling freedom day
Coming thru to shine
In their many play
Of the red horizon line
Reaching far to dream
Closeness going thru
Not everything be seem
What it is now so new
Like the billon grays
In to their hazy vapors
When the clouds they play
From sky's far shapers
Nothing to believe in
Only dreams to catch
In their going on spin
Of their high altitude touch
Yesterdays seem old news
With the firmament sunset
Like the breezy blues
With their moment's upsets
Feeling freedom day
Coming thru to shine
In their many play
Of the red horizon line
You got your hope to give
Passing on its ways
Truth about to live
In its many stays
Nothing coming easy
Catching dreams to strife
Like the hours breezy
That sometimes comes to life
You and I in turning
Like the clouds in sky
With our passions burning
In the low and high
Reaching to the late
Afternoon’s fading stars
Each in moment's crate
Side by kicking bars
Feeling freedom day
Coming thru to shine
In their many play
Of the red horizon line
(from my album: Something More)
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