I look at clouds of gray and white
And yearn to float away.
It would be nice to sit on one,
For all the livelong day.
And slowly I would drift away—
The way that all clouds do—
And slowly watch the world go by
Quickly—that’s what the world must do.
They take no time to sit and stare—
They move too fast for me.
So they may run –the livelong day—
I drift and float contentedly.
Ahh to drift upon a cloud to sail along the sky to float weightless and free I dream that I could fly..... Superbly dreamy poem........ you had me there with you Ruthy: -)
I love this poem. I know that feeling, and I feel it could not have been worded better. Beautiful
Paige: I love the rythm of your poems and the smooth flow. You can publish your own works as I did See my book 'Poems from the Heart' on amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com Good Luck and good writing. Lynn B. Glover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, I see the shades of Emily in this. It works very well. It has that certain deepness that one feels clutching them, if they should skim over the words too quickly. And yes, so smooth!