"A Walk in the Clouds"
by
Steven Manchester

A Walk in the Clouds

I walked amongst the clouds today
and then I took a seat,
to try to understand the world
that spun beneath my feet.

It was the grandest picture
my eyes had ever seen.
I couldn’t make out colors,
except for blue and green.

And yet, I could see people;
a whole race on the run.
To tell the truth, from where I sat,
they clearly moved as one.

With fear, they searched for answers
they thought were on the ground.
And though they spoke in different tongues,
they made the sweetest sound.

They had the wrong perspective,
with no way they could know:
There are no individuals,
but just parts of a whole.

And so I made a wish for them,
that someday they would see:
Only when they really love
is when they’re really free.


I’ll dance amongst the stars tonight,
while others search in vain.
For just above their point of view,
there’s no such thing as pain.