when i fly <br />to Bali <br />i choose the <br />window <br /> <br />i am now <br />beside the <br />clouds <br />separated by <br />glass <br /> <br />at night i <br />am at the level <br />of the forehead <br />of the moon <br /> <br />at dawn the <br />sun slowly rising <br />seeks my <br />level <br /> <br />the mountains <br />below me <br />and he seas <br />so vast <br />the colors of the <br />waters <br />become a landscape <br />in my mind <br /> <br />it is me high up <br />the clouds <br />inside this plane <br />bound for the <br />Bali of my <br />dreams<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bali-bound/
