Floating in space
With clouds and blue sky as comfort
My lips on your lips they lift us
The hope to reach home is pressing
With two wings and no wind to help us through
I soar deep into something close to the stars with cottons as white as wool
And walls as soft as you
This heaven should get me to my sweetest point
All I ask is to breath you in and drop into your land made of water.
              Adellah X Wolf