Walking in clouds, high in the sky.
surrounded by silence, on every side.
Dreamlike state of wings to fly,
Craning my neck, looking over the side.
Walking in clouds, high up in the air,
Bruce and I in the mist, on Julian's top.
Through the clouds yellow eyes steadily stare,
Big, tawney, and terrible, on Julian's top.
Walking in clouds, in a world of our own,
We watch, as he slinks slowly away.
Chills run through me, wishing for my safe home,
As the gigantic feline, goes his way.
Walking in clouds, so high in the sky,
Surrounded by silence impenatrably loud.
Higher ever higher where the Eagles fly,
Looking down on creation, from inside of a cloud.
1/31/15
ALTON, TEXAS
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Hi, Juan, long time, I did not visit your page. Happy to see you still write wonderful and inspiring poems like this one. Hans (Aufie)