NOTES FROM WHITE CLOUD

Cloud, which I want to shift

Layer by layer

To our sky at behest of root

Of our mind

To travel along blue horizon,

With my hands

To live as if it is our shelter

Beyond houses below

As if white mountain there

Takes us above the sky

Stars are nearer

Dreams are close to reality

Getting close to

Sunrays, full dominion

Celestial events drawn close

Into our touch for sure,

Myths do not lure anymore.