Cloudy Dream

Mist and fog covering the forbidden grounds

Aspiring to be almighty clouds

Shapes are formed; alterations made

Blissful whites and peaceful grays

Dancing, spinning on waters

To the dirt, it doesn't give a bother

Ghostly fingers longing, reaching for the sky

Rejoice and be glad, the earth is alive

Trees doth not hinder its path

Steam on the eddies, an inviting bath

Odorless wisps altered by slight gusts

Heavenly film it enviously lusts

Daylight breaks through; air is cleared

The trees only friend left, the Spanish beard

A new dawn and cycles repeat

Fog comes in strong; refusing to be obsolete 

Reviews

[Nadia B.]

You did not have a cloudy mind when you wrote this poem, though clouds were on your mind. It is a truly refreshing piece to read about fog, clouds, and mist. Such beautiful scenery to your words "Steam on the eddies," this poem actually makes me feel at peace. Even if the ending instills a little fear "Fog comes in strong," I keep wanting to re-read the poem, there is a mystery to it that draws one near. Thanks for sharing, keep writing!

[Jqjohnson]

Thank you so much! I'm glad someone can enjoy my writing!