Floating, like puffy white pillows
aimlessly in heavens of pure azure
My mind, ever drifting wherever the
Trade winds of imagination carry me.
High above the perils of this world
Far beyond the reaches of life’s demands to
a sacred shelter where Nirvana never ceases.
But alas, this blissful journey is temporal
For I must soon descend back into the toils of life
and place my hands back on the pushing
plow and till the soil of life’s responsibilities
But for now, in the quiet of this pre-dawn hour
I’ll sojourn here for a while longer to soak in
All that these treasured moments have to offer.
Indeed, I’ll remain here feeling suspended
like glittering stars flung into heavens above.
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