CLOUD WALKING

As I walked across the field,

The grass covered with virgin snow

And as the wind blew, taking along

The fine top layer of icy dust

Carrying it fast, spirit like smooth,

Flowing up and down across the contoured

Glistening white surface

All past ghosts that have haunted my life

Mingled and waltzed with the fine spray

And I stood breathless

Watching them flit and dance

Across the vast whiteness

A whiteness that seemed

Not to be snow, but clouds

And I walking on air above them

I felt in control for the first time.

The God of my destiny.

As I looked down on all that had gone before

I could breath

And move freely

I was at peace

I was content

Cloud walking

Reviews

[J.]

Welcome to WC fellow writer!

I too am a lover of music, and have written and composed (by ear) some as well. I usually intertwine poetry and music in a more intimate relation to one another, as both have barely any difference between them, IMHO. Spoken word, or that placed melodically together are one in the same in my eyes and soul. And I love them both just as equal.

[DepthWriter]

"The God of my destiny." Cloud walking is an achievement, that not many individuals can endure. Ad what lays below, is sometimes hard to swallow. I enjoyed this stroll with you, through your mind, and soul...