Journey With an Evening Cloud
It was my grandma's chariots that came alive,
The prince was taking his princess to his
The evening clouds taking the shape of my
Favorite childhood creatures of the fairy land.
Never looked at the clouds
this way ever,
The air host just served a good cup of coffee
My fellow passenger left me the window seat to look at the chariots
that was going eastward.
The soft mellow light of the setting sun
has made the cloud to look
fairly like a real fairy-land.
Time stopped a few moments
I was simply wandering on my Pegasus
to dip into the forgotten fairy-land.
...then an announcement from the cockpit
Made me wake up!
My journey with the evening clouds come
to an end.
061426H March 2012 Moira G. Gallaga©
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