Corbin Thomas
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Cloud Ships
As i lay there quietly drifting through waves unseen in countless seas i dream. Softly wind goes blows the waves through the fields of grass i lay. clouds i see sailing waters pure and clean. So silently i sit so still indeed i see the clouds, there sails change wind so abrupt. There as i lay with peace of mind i lose it all, as i see a cloud so strong a ship it is to sail the skies. But as the old men said the stronger they are the harder they fall. With a thundering crack, the cloud goes dark as the creek of a broken mast hits my ear drums. Size uncompared to my eyes as long as the imagination and as wide as my mind's intuition. A hull the likes of witch no one has ever seen falls from the sky. The earth unprepared shatters as the giant hull hits the dirt. The ground shakes, i fall to the ground my knees weakened. When the dust settles and my mind releases me from its prison. I think to myself, should have brought an umbrella.
By Corbin Thomas6 years ago in Poets