Escape in the clouds



When I'm in the eye of a storm, Or just after it when I feel deformed. There have been moments I just Close my eyes in cloudy wanderlust. It may be that the worst is over. And I'm just feeling congested wrapped in bubble cover. I look up high. Carry me daddy, I cry! I want to step on a cloud. Just You and me, no big crowd. Covered in your wings. Away from worldly things. Just few hours I want to roam. In the sky, far from home. Covered in the wings of grace. Away from time and this rat race. Just a moment's break. From this word that is so fake. A moment of peace. Stick my head out of the grease. Just a small break. I'd like to take. I promise I'll go back. Right to the scene where they all attack. I don't say I won't…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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