white ships sailing
grandly across the blue
vapour trails steaming, dissolving
swallowed up in the light
while I lay watching, waiting
for inspiration, a moment’s insight
simply something meaningful to write
while cotton white giants pass by
carrying rain and snow
and other forms if H2O
to far-off places
sweeping the skies
Pegasus, delicate, winged
flying by.
© 2015 threegoodwords