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Cloud 9
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Cloudseeker on the horizon
Hidden in Arcadia
Off the map
No radar to see
Missing the warmth of times past
Lock me in a hazy background of light blues and gold
Tugging the endless rope hanging over the edge
Holding my ease
Hopless case of absence
Left to be in my inner world
Not a single dare to open gold gates
Not a single intention of contaminating the intangible clean
I'm not here
Even when you see me in the sun's burning light
I'm not here
Off on a whim of thought
In the foggy worlds of my mind
Waterfalls run blue with comfortable numbness
Cliffs of the cloud line towered high with untouched opportunities
Skies soaked in a milk of autopilot
Clouds of wonder and dissonance swim through the waters
The horizon is the end of my process
The sun my sanity, keeping lights on
It helps to lie on the soft blades of grass
Taking in the sweet smell of those times past
Do you even miss me
Do you notice how
I'm not here
Even when you see me in the sun's burning light
I'm not here
Off on a whim of thought
In the foggy worlds of my mind
Rose in a brass cage
Morning dew
Evening sun
Outrun the vines
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-RY
© Rynne
Cloudseeker on the horizon
Hidden in Arcadia
Off the map
No radar to see
Missing the warmth of times past
Lock me in a hazy background of light blues and gold
Tugging the endless rope hanging over the edge
Holding my ease
Hopless case of absence
Left to be in my inner world
Not a single dare to open gold gates
Not a single intention of contaminating the intangible clean
I'm not here
Even when you see me in the sun's burning light
I'm not here
Off on a whim of thought
In the foggy worlds of my mind
Waterfalls run blue with comfortable numbness
Cliffs of the cloud line towered high with untouched opportunities
Skies soaked in a milk of autopilot
Clouds of wonder and dissonance swim through the waters
The horizon is the end of my process
The sun my sanity, keeping lights on
It helps to lie on the soft blades of grass
Taking in the sweet smell of those times past
Do you even miss me
Do you notice how
I'm not here
Even when you see me in the sun's burning light
I'm not here
Off on a whim of thought
In the foggy worlds of my mind
Rose in a brass cage
Morning dew
Evening sun
Outrun the vines
—————
-RY
© Rynne
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