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Posted by Jay Olson
August 2, 2016 -
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Looking out my window--I'm struck by shades of blue.
Stands of floating memories of things I used to do.
High above my weary head, there flies on feathered wing.
A sky so blue and full of clouds--it will make a bird to sing.
Perhaps somewhere in a far off place there is no sky of blue.
With nary a wispy floating cloud--no early morning dew.
No birds to fly and sing out songs, of joy and pure unbridled love.
Where there is only darkened gloom that hovers up above.
I thank the stars that shine on me in the darkest hours of night.
I'm thankful for the cloud filled sky that comes with mornings light.
If it weren't for clouds in azure sky, each day when I awake.
I am sure that I would surely die--but then, that's just my take.
If I had wings that let me fly wherever I wished to be.
If I were a bird that flew so free--I'd fly right to the sea.
I'm not a bird--I have no wings--no feathers do I wear.
So I will gaze into the sky and imagine I am there.~Jay O.
