And then the clouds parted,
And there was a shift in the sense.
Below was a mosaic of farmlands,
Of squares filled with circles and streams.
A protective blanket lay over them,
Shielding them from the harms of the sky.
Then, in the distance, a plane flies over,
Disturbing their artful silence.
Flying side by side,
The giant birds scream on;
Their voices a deep roar,
A corruption of the peaceful land.
Lying on the blanket
A man and a woman.
They roll playfully on pillow-top mountains,
Smiling as the clouds envelope them.
Then as their blanket parts,
They fall through it’s deceptive netting,
Down into the sepia mosaic;
Where different squares are really all the same.
Casey's Shadow Cat Imaginarium 
Love your writing style, it really makes you think mixing reality w/ different intentions! Awesome poem! (:
Thanks for the positive feedback! I finally feel comfortable letting other people see my work, and I really do appreciate it! (:
You are welcome! & all of your stuff is really good, no lie! Nothing to hide over there, let it all out 😀 lol
(: Do you like music? I also write songs. http://Www.ohiocasey.bandcamp.com
The site is a work in progress. Currently under a bit of construction. Hope you like it!
Wow, you are a talented writer & singer, dang! Love your music as well, it’s very similar to your poetry it’s light and simple, but really deep. Super amazing! 😛
Thanks again!!! I’m glad you like it. (: