To touch the sky

What is it
The feeling
To be able to reach out
And touch the sky.
To be so close to the light
Blinded with shining sun
Warmed by the glow
Of a summer day.
Would you walk on clouds?
Pluck stars from their place
Rearrange the constellations perhaps?
Would you want to just be
There in the moment,
A part of it all,
Floating on clouds like a soft bed
Beneath your tired body,
And would the rain taste fresh
And so clear and clean?
What it would be to touch the sky,
To ride a rainbow to its end,
Sliding like a child,
Down
Down
To the golden fields below,
To be within
All that we are a part of.

In darkness moving through

Lights following my thoughts
Diamonds in the distance
Coming forward,
Dazzling
Blinding.
Rushing through foggy lowlands
Eyes peer from the dark thicket
Blue green reflected
Forest life
Lowers head to graze.
I watch my mind spin thoughts
Like clouds on the ground
Emerging to find light
Horizon pink of morning
I drift into the lull
Car motion smoothly rocks me
Into peace,
Relaxed,
With dreams revisited
Of far off places
With no grey cool air
Wiped away with back and forth hands
Of wipers
Clearing the vision
Of jewels sparkling
Before my eyes.