out_of_my_tree
31-01--2006, 08:38 PM
Clouds drift across
the porcelain blue sky,
forming into ships
upon an endless ocean
and sailing out of view.
Allowing the imprisoned
warmth of winter
to break free along the lake top.
Basking my face
in the glory of its escape.
No sound dares to shatter
this peacefull silence,
except the whisperings
of the pines
as they dance with the breeze.
the porcelain blue sky,
forming into ships
upon an endless ocean
and sailing out of view.
Allowing the imprisoned
warmth of winter
to break free along the lake top.
Basking my face
in the glory of its escape.
No sound dares to shatter
this peacefull silence,
except the whisperings
of the pines
as they dance with the breeze.