By the windows in the quiet sky,
On an ocean of smokey cloud limitless.
Hues of bright grey and blue of emptiness;
Nothing stirs this high not even birds fly.

In the cabin he hears the humming,
Filters through almost as if a faint sob.
The head dull drowsy lulls by the throb
Of soft distant drums soon dreaming.

For no more interesting movies to watch,
No more magazines that he didn't browse.
Being an avid traveller spends many hours,
Among the clouds he could reach out to touch.

Under a shade a young man looking up,
He ponders clouds in its voluptuous form,
He scans searches her beauty with his warm
Eyes, his hands so close enough he could rub

Feels her body in his and his presence enlarges.
He'd dream away of a lover from afar,
Like an unrequited love to a **** star;
Now he looks at clouds, it seems, only like mirages.