The pitter patter of the rain
As droplets hit the window pane
Soothed her much like a lullaby
 
And she found herself in a dream
Flying free, riding a moonbeam,
Streaking across the starlit sky!
 
All of the worries earlier today
Into a dustbin; and cast away
It’s pure joy she feels tonight
 
As she pirouettes among the stars
The moon, Venus and even Mars;
Untethered, free, unlike a kite!
 
And so it seems that every time
The worry clock begins to chime
When problems importune her soul
 
Her spirit takes her to such a place
Pure, uplifting, up there in space
To mend and make her being whole!
 
© F Aparici  12/07/2015

(2015)

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J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

I really like this. Unlike a kite, untethered. It truly sounds like freedom. Our worries somehow hold us down.

Francis
Francis
over 3 years

@J Ann Crowder : Thanks for liking and faving.

One of my fantasies - that I could just leave of the worldly worries, the mundane problems - and simply let go. What a feeling that could be!!!

Francis
about 5 years

Thank you Lucas

Taylor
about 5 years

A great poem.

Vic
over 5 years

Me too. Dreamt I could fly when I was young.

Benjamin G. Sangalang
over 5 years

Reminds me of my recurring chidhood dreams. I like this poem FA.

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