Above the Clouds

Far from man. Free and falling.

White and billowing far below me, 

An ocean in it's purest form.

A dark blue void never ending,

Free from any turmoil, any storm. 

Here is where true freedom rings:

Far from man and worldly things.

And thinking here, sadness brings 

The question: "Where are my angel wings?"

Reviews

[rubie]

Took a look at your writing to return the favor.....

I looked at this one first, as its title intrigued me. How we all long to be in that place....above the clouds, freed from our daily routine.

I think you've touched upon something even more important....what we should strive for if we practice meditation, yes...?

lovely write.

[Curtis Shannon]

Thanks for taking the time to look at some of my writing!

I've never meditated myself to be honest. But the freedom meditating brings is surely the same as the freedom gives to the listener. I wrote this poem while flying to Florida and listening to Claude Debussy's "Clair de Lune."

[rubie]

I used to meditate, but have gotten away from it. Keep thinking it's time to revisit the practice.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does seem that man infringes constantly on freedom. Nature's freedom, and other humans' freedom...

nicely expressed, welcome back.

[Curtis Shannon]

Thanks, Jacob! You're definitely the one person that I always remembered from this site. Happy to see that you are still very active.