BY FIONA CUMMINGS
It’s dark out there
The silver stars float without a care
A golden moon
Like a lonely flower in bloom
Inky blankets
And clouds which compliments
All just getting along
So pure and nothing’s wrong
The sky at night
Is so vast so right
During the day filled with birds and sun
In the distance I see a kite
So much fun
Cristal raindrops, fall from there
Kindly allowing us all to share
Cotton clouds swimming by
Seagulls and sparrows fly
I love the sky
Some ask why?
It’s full of life
Nothing up there will die
It’s the ground where we fall
But the sky so high
So pure
When I leave this earth
It’s there I want to go
For sure
Shimmering wings will be my form of transport
During the day I will sit upon a fluffy cloud
Angels for teachers, lessons I’ll be taught
Navy nights,
Stars for lights
Air is fresh
Lungs so clear
No worries, without any fears
Smiling no tears
Around the globe
So much hope
Looking down
To the ground
Where I did roam
And called my home
But felt so alone
Though crowded pathways
Full and hectic days
Walking forward through the maize
Until I fell
And left that hell
And found my heaven
On cloud seven
And here I shall remain
From now on
Nothing will ever stay the same
My life will go on
A forever song
With lyrics so full of love
Here I fly
So incredibly high
In a land I call above
Where cherubs are born
From dusk till dawn
And cupid fires his arrow
His target being the rainbow
Colours so beautiful
Angels so dutiful
Just wanting to please
And fairies waving wands
They playfully tease
This land above
Is full of love
Where free is the dove
There are no enemies
We’re all friends
Happy memories,
It never ends
This peaceful place
My happy face
Freedom from the pain
Where all my past sadness
Will be washed away by the rain
No more madness
Just abundance of wonders
Some days it snows
Others it thunders
But we have all learned
By earths blunders
Fingers burned
And that was then
Our contracts are signed
With the golden pen
We will never go back there again
No clocks chime
As hours, don’t matter
There’s no crime
Oar red letter
No nasty views
Or sad news
We are free
All agree?
CopyRight Fiona Cummings 2014
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