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August, 2016

  • Celia Marion


When I was young, the clouds beckoned

with illusive shapes.

There were towering castles and hidden lands

of giants with capes.

There were sweeping ships to ride and friendly beasts

to chase.

Great, billowing pillows offered places in which to hide.

My innocent child’s mind created inner chambers,

softly filled with color

of a most opalescent kind,

where no-one’s eyes ever cried.

As young dreams dissolved in the rain showers of time,

the colors muted and faded.

The clouds drifted from view,

carried by Life’s storms to the mountain’s far side.

Tears filled my inner child’s eye.

But the mountain called and the upward journey began,

driven by dreams, challenged by reality,

I traversed many a steep trail, rounded many a bend.

The wind at the peak bid me to look up again.

High, high, where there was no-one else to hail,

clouds billowed brilliantly in a deep blue sky,

not one too pale!

But now, there was no need to dream

of castles or kings,

or to ride imaginary ships,

or horses with wings.

I felt the breeze that moved the clouds

caress my face.

Dazzled, I watched the towering puffs

gently cross this space

into a new mind in this expansive sky,

where mountains and clouds heralded a new

view of Life.

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