Let’s Go Dancing On A Cloud

My mum’s passing is always on my mind. She struggled with mental illness all her life. It was a pretty cruel blow for someone so talented in so many ways. Yet such is life.

These tears have blurred my words with endless flow,
Yet still I write for she would want it so.
And, holding tight the love she left behind,
I write about the radiance of her mind.

Her mind was sparks and shadows unsurpassed,
Defiant, bold and brazen to the last,
A sunbeam dancing gaily come the dawn,
With fairy footsteps welcoming the morn.

Tho I, with shining tears, its touch beseech,
Its tantalising dance is out of reach,
Ethereal yet with summer’s fire ablaze
And brilliant in a million different ways.

This worldly place is bound by lesser chains.
Suspicion, anger, hatred are its bane
And those with different minds are seldom heard,
Just voices in the darkness of the earth.

When people’s talk with scornful words is rife,
This drift of ifs and maybes that is life
Is far removed from all that makes it true
And hope will vanish with the morning dew.

So cast off all the chains of sanity,
Embrace the madness, let the magic be.
And whisper to that ever earthly crowd,
“Good people, let’s go dancing on a cloud.”