A B ed Among The Clouds Poem I let balloons go on purpose giving them the freedom I cannot have, the freedom among the storm clouds that I pine for every night, to be blanketed in sheets of rain drops and tucked in by the fingers of the wind, with the lightning as a night light and a lullaby hummed from the throat of thunder. But, iron trees put down roots in concrete, and, darling, my feet are fixed to the ground. So, I let the balloons go to give them a bed among the clouds...!!! Candle The Poem Tonight, I need a softer light, a softer night, a different kind of care.. I need an old fashioned thing, simple comfort to wrap me in; candle light so I may hide, in softer shadows, I need the soothe, the gentle flame, for eyes that burn, eyes that prickle.. though I refuse them. Tonight I need to hide, the dark encroaches, and I fear this dreadful ache.. I need the steady flicker, the slow burn wick, to mesmerise, to keep the ni...
