By: Ryan Beodeker
I flew up into a rain cloud.
Jumped, launched, soared right into a massive thunderhead.
I tumbled over myself at first, as flying came unnaturally.
Flash here, flash there; big loud boom.
I flew up into a rain cloud,
to escape the burdens of me on the ground.
Faster, higher, into the uncharted sky.
I climbed the last proverbial mountain,
as I fled dry land.
I flew up into a rain cloud.
In search of the lost city of the clouds,
that far away paradise talked about in literature.
The great gilded version of human society
that is beyond normal reach by leaps and bounds.
I flew up into a rain cloud,
into the city of the clouds.
The floating winged men greeted me,
then showed me all of the town.
A colorless, odorless utopia
hidden deep in a cloud.
Golden sunray arches,
clashed against the snow white canvas of cloud.
I flew up into paradise.
To see what there was to see.
To brave a whole new world,
to explore that far reaching ocean,
taste the uncharted sea.
I struggled up into a utopia.
A place not meant for we,
who still held down by childish need
are stuck on green pastures,
mountain tops covered with snow,
deserts with their camels,
jungles with their rain.
We shall forever wander,
among this supposed accursed plain.
A rain cloud floated down to us,
and tried to appeal,
to those of us who walk on grass,
and taste Everest’s zeal.
Though blind, as we are arrogant
to things of this whole sort.
We who walk among the ground,
saw no cloud but fog of course.
The city in the clouds,
the paradise we cherish most,
did come right down to the ground,
which made matters worse.
The clouds stayed for quite a few days,
and heard nothing but unthankful thoughts.
And so the cloud walkers did vow to stay,
high in the clouds and miles away,
never to return to us,
to forever curse us,
to stay and say:
Not today.
I flew up into a rain cloud.
Saw the city in the clouds.
Like what I saw and left in awe,
of the paradise lost from us.
Though my time there very brief,
I ate and drank my fill,
soaked up the sun and then did run,
to fly down to my hill.
There under the shade of an oak,
with faint breeze and aromas calling,
did the world turn upside,
finally understood the great joke.
The city in the clouds,
the paradise we wished would seep,
down to the ground and make us in its town.
Might we live in the city’s keep.
Did wish and want all day up high that one day close and soon,
we the city of the ground would venture up and swoon,
take all the floaters in sky and bring them down to see our side,
the city that dwells on the earth,
where dirt and sand do lie,
where ocean waves,
and seafaring days,
are as common as that of noon.
We each wish for the other,
unaware of the others plights.
One up high,
where they float and fly every afternoon.
The second set upon the ground unable to soar above,
blessed with surf and precious turf,
for buildings towering to the sky.
I flew up into a rain cloud.
Journeyed far and wide,
found no place without disgrace,
death and sadness bounding.
Though each had their own troubles,
I love them all no less,
for in every cloud a city,
every city quite full of mess.
I say find yourself a city,
and don’t mourn for what you don’t have.
Enjoy the life you’ve been given,
enjoy the cards in your hand.
But should your urge to wander
all across the land,
change to that of skyward sights,
don’t fear my dear old lad.
The city of the clouds
just a rain cloud always away,
shall never be gone from you,
it’s just a thought away.
So fly off to your rain cloud,
break free, out forth from dry land.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you,
when things get out of hand.
The city in the clouds,
always looks beautiful from far far away.
That always with thoughts
of paradise lost,
do people get carried away.
For up there in that city,
tucked far away from sight,
are the problems of a whole group of people,
that are kept from general sight.
Go there if you don’t believe me.
See the sight for yourselves.
Only then shall you believe me,
vision gratifying weak mind cells.
Then when you have returned here,
as I did long ago,
will we sit down together and work the unhindered soul.
No tragedy has occurred here,
yet still no happiness ringing bells.
Doomed to live life unrelenting,
blessed with deep mind melds.
Fly away to your castle,
a voice says on the wind.
Hopefully there are greener pastures,
just past the horizon hill.
Forget not where you come from,
you’ll never escape your past.
But you can move on and forward,
you can get free from the blast.
Fly up to the rain clouds;
feel the water hit your face.
But never forget your humanity,
or destruction fills its place.
Taste the thrills of flying,
like we’ve dreamed for so long to do,
then and only then will you know what to do.
Make love, spread love, live life in no truer deeds,
for my dear friends I plead,
no rain cloud you see can ever,
truly fill up all of your needs.
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