Cloud Dreaming

20170628_132524As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,

in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.

I see visions of a peaceful world

of gentle moments in villages

meandering, along the river

a peace of green,

lovers undisturbed

where sky and earth embrace,

their people.

Such a long time ago.


Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

45 thoughts on “Cloud Dreaming

  1. Love it Nico, but not such a long time ago. There are still blue skies, tall grass and visions of peace. They’re just a little harder to see right now. Thanks for your thoughtful words.

  2. Beautiful poem. It reminds me of a place I visited recently, the Homolovi State Park in Winslow, Arizona. It is a Hopi cultural site along the Little Colorado River, in the middle of open lands and absolute peace and quiet (except for the wind).

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