Drifting

In free form

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Drifting in and out
Of a dream out of the blue
Beyond any doubt
The dream is about you.

Walking hand in hand
On clouds out of the storm
Stranded on the sand
Frozen, in free form.

Washed by waves of sunbeams
Floating in the ocean
Seabird’s wheels and screams
In perpetual motion.

We hold onto a raindrop
And glide across the sky
We flit and island hop
And bend to nature’s sigh.

On and on we travel
To lands not seen before
Mysteries we watch unravel
That we never saw.

The sighing of the morning
The jet-black cloak of night
And then without forewarning
We move on and out of sight.

Landing on a moonbeam
And sliding down the silk
High above the Gulf Stream
The stars are creamy milk.

The phosphorescent glory
Of the sea mirrors the heavens
Holding an untold story
Of imaginary impressions.

Drifting never landing
In clouds and moving mists
Spiritually transcending
All the turns and twists.

Of the road, we’re taking
Our footsteps soft and sure
A new life we are making
On an undiscovered shore.

© David Rudder
30th June 2021

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