LOST IN THE CLOUDS

WHEN MY DAY GOES 
CRASHING INTO FRUSTRATION,
AND NOTHING SEEMS 
TO BE GOING MY WAY.

I CLOSE MY EYES AND SAIL AWAY,
ON CRYSTAL CLOUDS 
BEYOND THE TOUCH 
OF HUMAN RAGE.

THE SOFTNESS OF THE CLOUDS 
CRADLES MY THOUGHTS,
AND ASSURES MY HEART 
THAT NOTHING IS LOST.

THEY SPEAK TO ME IN PICTURE FORMS,
LIKE ELEPHANTS DANCING IN THE SAFARI,
OR A FLUTTER OF BUTTERFLIES 
SINGING THEIR EVENING SONG.

SHEEP, 
PEACEFULLY LAYING IN THE MEDOWS,
OR A BEAUTIFUL BRIDE, 
SMILING THROUGH HER CRYSTAL VAIL.

WITH GRACE THEY WONDER
ACROSS THE EARTH AND SEAS,
EVERY CLOUD TELLING ITS OWN STORY,
OF HOW WONDERFUL 
THE LIFE OF A CLOUD CAN TRULY BE.

WILFORD BARKER.