Up the stairs a floating sky,
held up with stilts,
Filled with passers by.
So small things move just down below
back and fourth,
quickly, nowhere they go
So I let the thoughts fill my mind,
wonderous city,
that I never looked to find.
Just a moment I did freeze the time
stopped, and drank it in
Know that you are mine,
Oh that floating city in the sky.
2 comments:
This is a very bright poem, somewhat different from what i normally write. I feel it is important not to be dreary all the time, i don't want to send anyone in to a fit of depression. It is written based on the feeling of having your head in the clouds, either because you've just had a day where you meditated on your thoughts or because of some wonderful event, like meeting someone new and not being able to stop thinking about them. I enjoy that state of being, and hope you enjoy what i write while in that state.
Its really beautifull this poem- Floating city.-
My name is Pablo and I live in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Do you like tango?
You seem to be an atractive woman! Viva Peron!!!
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