Clouded Sky Poem by cecil hickman

I am here, I see the shadows below which billow.
Merrily and beautifully, they float as I watch now.
Seeking solace, the vapors glide gracefully along.
Without care or seeming duty, onward they go.
Shaped differently, they each float across my bow.
These are the hiding paths, hearing their song.
Eases the pain and discomfort of our souls,
I feel the wavering pull of gravity and wind.
Easily it could dropp me from my stable flight.
This is where the Angels tread free of goals.
This is where the Angels tread and harps send.
This is where Angels tread upon the night.
I am honored and blissful for the chance to see.
Where Angels tread up in the sky so free,
Here is the place where Angels tread with me.