above the clouds
flying in the sun
good vibes good times
looking down
the changing scenery
the trolley passes by
a drink in hand
relaxing in the chair
without a care
let the pilot take me there
Author: The Golden Tears
Welcome to my blog, thank you for stopping by.
The Golden Tears, is a chance to showcase my poetry.
This is both a creative and therapeutic process.
Hills
across the clouds
the hills wait
as the road winds down
intently I feel the need
to be apart of it all
and without understanding
take nothing away from it
Illusions of the mind
templates of the stars
kaleidoscopic images
of different colours
strewn across the sky
calling out to her
why did she have to leave
I want to see her again
but I know that is unlikely
Misty Moon
Misty moon
over the sky
leaves me in awe
mystfies me
we reach out for one another
but cannot connect
we leave behind no regrets
misty moon
In dreams
to dream of life
of all that is holy
and remains so
I have walked through a gate
followed by many
to see that everything has changed
Each day changes
The hills fade into the sky
as the sun turns into fire
changing clouds
obscure the view
thunder reigns
the day ends
night draws in
as the stars shoot across the sky
chasing the moon
chasing the moon
through falling skies
leaving shadows behind
the path of light
reflects visions of the self
as one contemplates
the eternal being
being apart of it all
relinquishing the self
through fading skies
of shattered light
shadows move unchecked
contemplating dreams
chasing the moon
