Sea of Clouds May 28, 2006 (Revised October 6, 2013)
The soul is now dry:
'Tis time to abscond
For parts unknown,
To forget and a respite.
I dip this quill
Into my antique jar,
Yet the ink never speaks,
And the paper asks "Why?"
The time has arrived
For me to fly yonder,
To coast through the currents
The winds doth provide.
Where shall they take me?
Only my God knows,
As I am a mere bird
Sailing His vast sea of clouds.
The soul is now dry:
'Tis time to abscond
For parts unknown,
To forget and a respite.
I dip this quill
Into my antique jar,
Yet the ink never speaks,
And the paper asks "Why?"
The time has arrived
For me to fly yonder,
To coast through the currents
The winds doth provide.
Where shall they take me?
Only my God knows,
As I am a mere bird
Sailing His vast sea of clouds.
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