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
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.