As I gaze upon this crisp blue moon.
Under the blanket by the campfire.
My soul longs to be much higher.
Like a butterfly freed from her cocoon.
If I spread my wings and fly away.
My soul will journey to endless seas.
Opening doors with nature’s keys.
All will be sunny and no longer gray.
But dreaming is not always wise
Being content with the mundane is best
Even if your day allows for no rest.
Since this is the reality behind our eyes.
Chad A. Damitz
these are really beautiful, love them
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Thank you for those encouraging words.