Above the cloud lies a yellow sun sky,
Where all appears clear, nothing passing by,
Too high for the birds when upon the wing,
Too high for a phone to so harshly ring,
What peace reigns there, gone away all the strains,
Of a life commuting on planes and trains.
Above the cloud there is just endless space,
Nothing to plague you, liberty’s embrace.
Too high for one’s everyday problems there,
Too high, so one wouldn’t have a care
What a freedom we would suddenly find,
By leaving this earthbound land far behind.
Above the cloud is one glorious day,
So how about we go there right away.
© Ernestine Northover
Sometimes we all need a bolthole, nice idea Ernestine and well penned as always, 10 Lynda xx
I think I would like this one better without the last two lines, but its peace is unbounding, isn't it, that place so far beyond the reach of earth-ties...well done!
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I would like to translate this poem
Above the cloud there is just endless space, Nothing to plague you, liberty’s embrace. these are beautiful lines, ernestine.