I climb clouds
between the night’s blanketed sleep,
a billowing blossom of smoke
that never chokes the mountain moon,
where the world is a warm walk
through a blue breeze
and the only plight
is to find your path
within a forest of daffodils
on a prairie of peace.
On a prairie of peace
within a forest of daffodils,
beyond the billowing blossom of smoke
that never chokes the mountain moon,
I climb clouds
as a blue breeze uncloaks
the confusion of consciousness
and the sky glistens
with a golden glimpse of tomorrow
tipped in a topaz tempered truth.
I climb clouds
to sleep in a dream of daffodils.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
This is a re post of one of my older poems
Damien B. Donnelly 
Love this. The repetition is an incantation. I hope it comes true.
Me too, thank you 🙏 🤗
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What a soothing rhythm this has. Jane is right about the repetition. Lovely. (K)
Thank you Kerfe 😊🤗
Lovely, Damien! I love daffodils–what a soothing image you create here.
They are just a happy flower 🤗
They are!
A dream of daffodils will soon be reality here in NZ..can’t wait! This poem one of my favs.
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