Above the horizon risen
I can see the world below
Flying way above the
Clouds,
Looking to find that pot
Of magical gold..
With the new found wings
I soar..
Taking in life beauty and
The ugliness of this “ole
World”
I soar, I soar beyond the
Highest cloud..
Way beyond the tallest
Mountain I soar..
There I find that purest
Love,
I soar, I soar higher and
Higher to that magical
Place
Where my true love waits
So patiently...
My friend..
My love
My soulmate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a beautiful meeting in the clouds...wonderful! Clouds are peaceful magic! xxElysabeth