Above the Clouds

Above the clouds

Above the clouds,

the sun set,

instead of a green flash,

a green glow

drank into my soul,

while eyes inhaled

Surreal light filling

gold into depths

of cloud ponds

lit by fire of sun

made mythical this place,

above the clouds

Were I not on a plane

I would have no doubt

dove into the golden light

it spoke of eternity

and peace and love,

this mirage must be

where souls bathe to

rejuvenate,

above the clouds

Breath before darkness,

when the light

of the sun delivers

itself to the other side,

Above the clouds

- poem from Poetreebird and Other Nature Poems (soon to be published)