A new poem……..Clear Blue Sky
The resonance of the future
bellows in the past
A time forgotten by all…… but me
Like liquid gold it slips through your fingers
awaiting form
Beneath cloudy skies I look up
and am molested
Then I remember….
Beyond the clouds always lie….
clear blue sky.
Burgess 2013 (c) All rights reserved.
Image and poem fly very well together Robert – that’s some amazing skyscape…
Thanks John…..love…..fly…sky…..
Perceptive fellow you are my friend…
“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear (to man) as it is, infinite”
WILLIAM BLAKE, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell