That’s where I belong. That island across the water. Where the clouds give way to streams of light as the heavens bless my home.
Come wind or wave it’s always there, beyond the reach of others. A sight seen in a distant glimpse where all things are as they should be.
It is the reason that I travel, that I wander the world as I do. A never ending march to home, and free from others’ view.
It is there across the water, where no other can set foot. It is there with shafts of light from clouds which bring the rains to me.
But always is it there, far out across the water. And it moves with those pillars of light which come from sun through cloud and lambent upon the surface.
Forever there I wander, only ever out of reach. The home I hope one day to catch, or else that it catch me.
A prompt response.
A beautiful and wistful response.
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:
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Thank you. Easy to write familiar thoughts.
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I kno what you mean…
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Beautiful!!!
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Thank you
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Absolutely out of this world 💜
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Well thank you. I was considering something more down to earth but here we are.
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And why stick to the ground when you could soar above the clouds .
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Because the sky can always be bluer beyond the next cloud too.
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Yes it really can 💜
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