Poetry

Lucidity

written by: Mike Basile

Lying awake in my world of dreams,
I gaze upon the open sky.
Clouds pass over me
indifferent to my life
as I am to their destination.
Yet I acknowledge them,
as they do me,
and appreciate their beautiful simplicity.
Seamless in sequence,
they float on
letting themselves be led
by what nature deems appropriate.

And, oh how I long to be among them.
To be a feather,
uncaringly caught in a tempest
that I concede to be greater than my own.
To be free of the fetters
that so commonly weigh down my soul.
And so, closing my eyes,
I lift into the azure to fly
liberated of my earthly matters.

Yet hark, and do not wait for me-
for I cannot promise I shall return.
For in a pocket I now sit,
tucked sweetly away in the sky's breast.
And I will transverse this world of lucidity
until I am laid back upon the ground
by a calling that is greater than myself.