Let us float edited June 2016

Let us float above the clouds
beyond the blue of wild belief,
where all not possible on the earth
ours for merely asking.
Stay close, climb with the stars
millennial years, watched when on earth
but not believed for feet of clay.
What have we drunk, what in the glass
lying by the ancient copse
I drank of first and shared with you?
Disposed our clothes, left behind our purses
and imagined cares  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .
then light as air clasped hands to float
beyond the blue of wild belief.