the cloud dream. #poetry

I’m waiting for the wind
to lift me from the ground,
carry me toward the clouds,
free me from everything
holding me prisoner.

And when I return
it will all feel lighter…
And though it will remain,
I know it will never
bury me again.

That’s the cloud dream.

©2017 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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26 Responses to the cloud dream. #poetry

  1. magarisa says:

    I love this dream. ♥

    Liked by 1 person

  2. That sounds good! I’m next! 😃

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I’ve been in this dream. The clouds are so soft and bouncy, they never let you fall too far, and they caress you with a warm fuzzy feeling. Bliss!

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  4. Oh, I like the cloud dream!

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  5. Haylee says:

    I saw a Vincent Van Gogh quote yesterday: ‘For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.’ Your poem remind me of this – just lovely 🙂

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