If the trees would speak,
They’d tell me to leave,
To find my roots,
Grow up to the clouds,
And find my peace.

Wish I could just hop on a cloud,
And ride it to the places I loved.
Wish I could pluck all the stars,
And become one of the Tsars,
Wonder what's daydreaming called in the night,
Is there anything more beautiful than moonlight?

I am a kite
lightly floating in the gentle breeze
I am a cloud
dancing in the skies delicacies

I feel only wind
I see only light
carried only by the sky's currents
I am almost out of sight

As I dance the winds settle
the clouds and sky are now more
brutal than they are gentle

I am no longer a kite being carried
fooled by the skies shifting
by the dying breeze
I am wearied

It is this day,
                                 today,
                       that we lose. We lose the skies
                  and everything goes.
                     We go to the clouds. Nothing
                                       matters there.
            We are like the man laying in the ditch
                      ***** in his hands. Cold, wrinkled
                                              fingers.
 ­  The woman, arms wrapped,
                                        tightly,
       ­                              around the toilet bowl
                                           Now limp
                        in her grave.
                                                         We, collectively, lie
    looking to the skies. That's where we'll be...
                                                           ­               soon.
                                            ­                   The air,
                                                       full of smog
                                                            ­           will
                                                            ­                  clear.
                                        ­              That is not a hope
                                                            ­                      it's a
                                                                ­              Promise.

the boy in the moon
the girl in the sun
make each other swoon
all day till the night is young
they never see each other for too long
the moon appears at daybreak every morning for just a little while
so the birds tweet a sweet song
until the boy in the moon rests, thinking of the girl in the suns smile
dreaming of how she helps him shine
how his stars and her clouds may speak
giving him her light in the hours after nine
in the nights of each week
and when the girl in the sun dreams
she thinks of how lovely the boy looks among the stars
and how her light allows him to beam
admiring the moons craters and scars
and how the boy's sweet shadow reflects
alas they will have to wait till the day
the earth allows them to connect
until then, the two will remain astray
wanting each other more and more
while the ******* the sun weeps and her clouds simply pour


© L.F

I could go on forever
Flying on our feathers
Looking down from clouds
examining and watching
seeing every human dot
compromising and colliding
relating with the concrete
calling forth what they know
and then:

change happens
from calm and strong brains
every single object and thought
talks further of ambition
the clouds move
the heavens unlock
it rains
we get wet
it is cold

There were rainbow colors in the skies
=
She had clouds in her eyes
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She saw things with colors no ones ever seen before
=
She had keys to every door.
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All of them except for his heart
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And it slowly tore her apart
=
It tore her to pieces
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And now she is dreamless
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And all of her colors are gone