by Larry Powers

Created on: August 25, 2009

Gathering Clouds



Among the gathering clouds,
Far from noisy, bustling crowds,
Beyond the mountaintop peaks
Where the whispering wind speaks
And courageous eagles soar,
Almost touching heaven's door,
Past open holes in the sky
Where stars are no longer high.
Such places are found, it seems,
Only in a young child's dreams -
Where floating clouds smile and say,
"Follow me, I know the way."
And you go because you can;
You've not yet become a man.

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