Above the Clouds
I reverie to rise above the clouds,
where eagles soar great mountain high.
To peer upon the large cold city crowds,
where the befallen angels calmly lie.
Turmoil and darkness traps the crowds below,
vile deeds draw quick my sadness out to cry.
Not knowing who is friendly or a foe,
where the befallen angels calmly lie.
When all is done and I shall turn to rest,
vile deeds draw quick my sadness out to cry.
And heavenly blue skies will last attest,
where the befallen angels calmly lie.
I reverie to rise above the clouds,
where the befallen angels calmly lie.
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2013
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