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.