Wish we could fly high,
over to the paradise,
and make an ally.
Who would that be?
Birds, Planes, or Clouds?
Clouds would be our homes,
in gleam and gloom.
Birds would sing to us,
at every phase of life.
Planes, do we
really need them, when we
have clouds to sail on?
Flying; sailing; ignoring the fears
and insecurities.
With the sun next door, and
rain in the soil of clouds,
It's such a beautiful day.
Lying down on the fluffy clouds,
We wonder,
if it is real, or a dream?
Under the bright sun and
the shimmering moon,
fighting for our attention.
We forget how the real world felt.
Amongst the thunders,
we sail through the challenges.
The adventures
experienced everyday tell us
that we aren't ghosts,
but humans who feel.
The tough sails remind us,
that we have each other.
That smile when we see an
island to rest,
Is so immaculate and real.
We fell in love with this surreal dream
Of clouds, of life and of sailing.
Holding on to how it felt,
was the promise we made.
We woke and then,
we lived the dream.