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Here follows a few words that escaped my mind through this computer on an Easter Sunday night.

Clouds are the enemies that haunt our dreams, always arriving and moving on to places we’ll never see.  It’s always the same as we look up and watch them watching us. Their laughter is apparent by how they speed past without a care. Shedding tears that fall down to drown us in sorrow as we wish of things that’ll never come to be. Reaching down through the rainbows they create with the help of the sun. Spinning tales of dreams brighter than gold so we follow them to their end. But in the chase we forget everything we wanted to find. Longing for everything we never found in our journey from yesterday. What they’ve seen will be lost in the night as they pass by overhead. During the day, seeing sights that we’ll never behold from the heights of the sky where they live. Moved by the wind that holds them to follow the same path starting at the beginning of time. For a while we wonder how different life could be if we followed them to the next town. Decisions that could have turned out different under a different sky. Ghosts that followed them in the distant past wrote of places that seem so different it is hard to believe. Wars that consumed the land., loves that consumed their souls, everything we want to know, beyond our grasp as they float by.

It’s getting late
the dog is snoring in the corner
I see it’s dark outside
but the light inside is too bright
my thoughts stray
reminding me it’s time for dinner
no one sits by my side
my life wanders left and right
stop don’t wait
all I write is burned over
constrained by pride
as I lose myself in the night

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