An ode to the blue sky and the withering clouds
I look at the void of the blue sky and simply stare.
As i whisper to these clouds, they heed to my inner voice.
They certainly know what i think and what i want to say.
Intuitively they carry my thoughts and words to wherever they are supposed to go.
I trust in them for they are pure and they always make it special when i look out for them to come.
They daze me into the eternity of what i always dream about.
Beyond my thoughts and imaginations, they take me to a delusional world that is very hard to come back from.
Not always but sometimes they truly portray some surreal scenes.
I admire them for how they just appear and disappear in the thin air.
I am always amazed by how they are so formless and yet inspire me so much to keep dreaming.
I know they go on a long voyage everywhere and heed to many other voices like mine to carry their messages.
So, i patiently wait.
Days, months and years pass by, leaving me in an oblivion.
One day they again bring back messages to me from somewhere where i connect back to the dream again.
They are so wild and so mysterious.
A true eternal companion they are,
and certainly one of those that i admire,
they are what they are !
– A wandering soul