Turning Inside Out

Clouds surround blue springtime skies
swelling, rolling like the oceanís waves
their upon the vastness of horizon

The world view is turning inside out
roiling like low thunder in the distance
yet this time from underground

Confusion peaks, as cloudy mountains speak
mistily of all that must repeat itself again
when in the very center of it all
an island rises, white and beautiful

And a silence of serenity falls down
upon the ground as if in adoration
of it all...

? Michaelette ?

4/19/2001
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