Far Above The Clouds Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Far above the clouds
the dreams are going on,
where there are no crowds
only heaven and sun.
Where the morning is rising
and dreams go still on,
with days of surprising
'till thoughts are all gone.

Far above man's reality
in everything of life going,
where the eyes can't see
only feel it and knowing.
Where stars are rising high
in their glorious shine,
and times of fantasy fly
and make reality fine.

Far above the times
in days and night gone,
Where colors are in primes
and never to withering done.
Where you and I dream
finding our ways and call,
in faraway glisten beam
that never dies at all.

Far above the clouds
the dreams are going on,
where there are no crowds
only heaven and sun.
Where the morning is rising
and dreams go still on,
with days of surprising
'till thoughts are all gone.

'till thoughts are all gone!