Patches of blue, amongst the clouds
move. With glimpses of the sun, that
every once in a while break through.
Out amongst the mist, reaching out
toward, beyond, all that exist. With
out a clue, if you're out there reaching
back too. But, I keep looking to the
sky, not sure why. Or what i'm trying
to find. Maybe it's that sparkle of
your eyes. As life and dreams collide.
There is something so beautiful and calming in the movement of the clouds. Something not truly seen until there are answers to be found. Thank You Rebecca Hope is there for us all.
There is something extremely calming in the movement of the clouds. Something not seen until there are answers to be found. Thank You Rebecca
Wow, when life and dreams collide they make a beautiful poem like this. The deep blue sky will spell the magic of carrying the dreams to umpteen height. Excellent poem with free flow of words.100******
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when we let our thoughts run free (looking at the sky) , and that happens when dreams and life become intertwined (collide) , what a beautiful poem it has become! Brilliant streaks of spontaneity become a verbiage of abnormal artistry. My two thumbs up for your amazing composition, dear Becca! Again 5 stars and to MyPoemList. Thank you so much for sharing this poem of great brilliance!