Sun over my mountain. Light creeping over my desert. Life on top of me lofted in the wind, set a sail from the storm so many miles behind.
The clouds may brew and they may grey in my wake. But my feet are rooted to the ground as the sky lives above me on another plane of existence. In the heavens where thoughts and ideas far above my own take place.
Sometimes I take flight and visit for a bit along the sun washed stars or the rain filled clouds. Take in there essence and breathe out there meanings. Feel those emotions I cannot begin to understand.
I dream of far off lands with never ending rainbows and pitch black skies. Ten times the Earth’s gravity upon my soul. And rain that never stops.
But when I open my eyes I see the face in front of mine. The smile that reflects upon my own. Not a mirror or reflection. But something that radiates within my soul and there’s. Something that pulls me to her. Her hand to mine is the purpose of these feelings.
Clearing skies and growing grass. Flowers before me in the meadow. Two set of feet walking beyond the torrential downpour. Floating on hearts under the clouds but over the burnt ashes of yesterday.
