I ran and ran and ran
to the castle in the air
I danced and danced and danced
beside my kite that flew up there
I stood upon the sun
and jumped on a cloud called 'nine'
and in a silent whisper
I was told that cloud was mine
I stayed up in the air
until tear-drops overcame
and with a sudden gust
the tear-drops turned to rain
But miracles, oh, miracles
I know that they come true
for where there should be rain
the sky above was blue
Suddenly I felt myself
floating - oh, so high
and my world became
the full, bright world
of castles in the sky.
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
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