White… (Poem)

Running through the fields dazed,
I see the clouds scattered above,
They make me want to jump high,
And immerse myself in their snowy white,
I feel the mist around me,
Engulfing my entire being,
Treading upon the floating layers,
Loneliness feels like a pleasure trip,
The sweet whispers of the wind,
Promise a heavenly glimpse.

April 29, 2007. Tags: , . Uncategorized. 3 comments.