Among the Clouds - Luke Cyr (43 Handicap)
Flights take to sky, below Heaven above
Nestled in the air, caressed by a glove
Held in the peace of Earthly embrace
The calmness of sound in “echoless” space
Surrounded by light and whiteness of cloud
Beauty and elegance should not be allowed
Look way below as carnage ensues
No matter the effort from all that we do
Safe in the skies, in planes made by man
Dancing with angels, whenever we can
Envision this thought created today
Force into memory with all that I say
Make the attempt, escape from the ways
Darkness, and evil, stealing the days
Hold on to hope, and the words to this song
Head to the clouds, you’ll never go wrong
This is a poem I wrote last summer. I swore off news websites and news outlets because of the poison it was adding to my day. But as a human and blessed with a cure to curiosity, I found myself sucked back into the matrix. I found that the doom and gloom that was portrayed daily soured my mindset. It became moody and wanted to spread this propaganda to whoever would listen. Then it hit me. Let's find a space where there is no worry and write about it. So when I close my eyes, I can go there. I can escape this madness, remind myself that I'd been there before. It became real, not in the dreams. It's sad to be somewhere I could go in my mind and also know that one day I could return to it. I needed to reinforce the imagination part of it and remind myself that this dream could become a reality.