10-18-2012 Clouds

Often I fly away, to a far away,floating cloud,

Against a silver blue sky,an amber dawn raises forth,

The dilan red sun,presents echoes of the suttle crashing waves roars,

My breath would lie me down onto the ocean shore,

Quiet whispers of the changing season,louden winds of a hard rain,

My runaway cloud, I would have found,

If not too soon- then later on,I will return,

Back home to stare into the relecting pool,stir my feet in the wish well,

To hear tall trees sway over the alley cat’s meow,find humor a distant owl,

Finding smiles and open eyes of many open minds,

Finding my way to be part of the solution,a way to change for better,

Where love is more than just another four letter word.