I know the place where the clouds collide And the oars are lightning bolts That you use to steer through the starry skies When the milky way tide sends your cumulus boat On a whirlwind through the night
I know the place where the moonbeams are carved And then cast into the sky To light your path on the nightscape sea As you race through your nightmares And drift though your dreams
Just a bit of fancy that caught my imagination. I'll probably develop it more, but I didn't want to forget it.