Freedom in the Skys

The clouds float past as if the sky is a spining mobile

I lay in the grass...my mind floats...miles and miles

The clouds as soft as creme...as malleable as clay...mold themselves in my mind's eye

The grass tickles my toes...the sun brings color to my cheeks

 

As I continue to dream of ships, cabbages, and kings... The clouds colors morph into hues of pink and yellow

As the sun  is slowly pulled from the sky by Apollo and his chariot

The Sun God drops the ball of brillence into the ocean and returns to Olympus

Steam rises...as Neptune sings the Sun to sleep

The grass tickles my toes...the moon cools my face

 

The stars begin to twinkle and frolic along the Milky Way...dancing and twirling...like magical dancers

The man in the moon winks down at me as we share a silent joke between old friends

I rise from my make shift bed...and dance below the skys... like a fairy bathing in the nights magic

Cool and crisp the wind wisks across my body...caressing me like invisible fingers

Oh how I wish I could stay in my wicthy world forever and always

But...reality will not allow this...there are responsibilities and money to be made

The grass tickles my toes...the stars dance be fore my eyes

I slowly walk from my secret hollow and return to my car

The journey home from this magical place is so...so far

 

Reviews

[xlynne]

this was magnificant! i loved how you incorparated mythology into this poem, it all fit really well in. it has a fun loving and open and freedom feel to it. i guess thats where the title comes from. all around its a great piece of writing!!!