Looking down on clouds above
The atmosphere,
I let my eyes close and
Hear you whisper to me
From a dream of a night we spent
Kissing and passed loving and
Holding tight.
I told you
I was yours to keep
And you said you'd hold on to me.
Now I glance up: in the aisle
Waiting eyes for watered down
Coffee and a pleasant smile;
I oblige.
Out the window
Pillow clouds, cotton white
And blue below my eyes,
Below my thoughts of you
Soft by deception, not the truth.
Though part of me would like to be fooled.