On The Ecstasy Of Being A Cloud Poem by Panagiota Romios

Flying over the earth in ecstatic joy and mirth.
Feeling billowy and devastatingly sweet.
Free as I have ever felt.
Unencumbered by a human body.
It was a redemption most divine.
A new beginning, and time was all mine.
No approval did I need nor seek.
I was resoundingly complete!
Gratitude filled my cloud soul, as up in the universe I rose.
I belonged to all the earth....unlimitedly.
Humanity, ah, humanity admired my cloud shapes, endlessly.
And oh, I loved them so!
Such astounding peace I feel and eternal freedom.
So sings my cloud soul!



               11-9-2020