The wind carries me through the bright astral blue skies, <br />Green hills and mountains I look down below, <br />I see all the valleys the flowers and creatures, <br />Bathing in sunshine the river does flow. <br />Its winding meanders through <br />The heart of the country, <br />It seems to me it follows dreams wherever it does go. <br /> <br />The wind carries me through the clouds and the rainbows, <br />Colours yield treasure where their ends do lie, <br />I fly with the songbirds we are one together, <br />I glide over treetops I watch as they fly. <br />Towards the sun that sets <br />Upon horizons far, <br />The glowing embers shining bright like fire in the sky. <br /> <br />The wind carries me through the cold starlit night time, <br />I feel I'm alone in this vast galaxy, <br />I speed like a comet past towns and the cities, <br />I gaze at the street lights that are guiding me. <br />My spirit's ascending through <br />Space and dimensions, <br />Towards the place of happiness where I so long to be.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-30/
