Every once in a while
comes a fleeting moment in time...
The Silver lining of a Cloud
becomes separated and sent flying
Soaring scattered up to hieghts
beyond all we can see,
To return home to Earth
the designated Angels they'd be.
Now being the curious
soul that I am,
I simply had to ask
"Is there a reason for them?"
The funniest thing
about that answer that came,
It was the last thing really,
One might think they would say
Someone needed to be assigned
the task of relaying.
As currently it seems there's
a lack of them saying.
A Storyteller of sorts,
and a kind of great healer.
The combination of both
will make visions seen clearer.
For part of the job
of a healer, is to see.
The same could be said
about the Angels we need.
So the next time you see
a storm rolling in,
Ask the Sky Nation
to send down those friends.
That if when the Cloud Nation
has said her peace,
She'd take just a moment to
look around, check and see...
If there in the aftermath
possibly laying around...
Are the Silver linings, perhaps...
that've been removed from their Cloud?
Could you send them off,
so here we may receive,
The Earth Angels they become...
another Strand in the Weave.
Author notes
Written September 25th, 2006
A contest entry
- Cloudy Skies by Samplette.
300 points, ended October 4, 2006, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Awesome
This is a beautiful word gift, Little Fawn. It set my imagination ablaze and made me feel good about all possibilities! Wonderful writing. aho Andre'
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LOve the way you describe your admiring of the clouds. I will now be seeing them in a different eye. Which is why I love contests like this. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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