“ Clouds for Dreaming ” ~ on ethereal wings ~

On a whim I can fly

In a dream,

For it seems,

I can soar on wings

Of ethereal things,

Be a flight so real

The ascent I can feel…

 

As I ride the wind

I hear Zephyr sing,

Yet cannot tell 

If this means ’tis hell,

As suffered Phoenix

When rashly he’d fly

So high he did fry,

Which I’ll not risk

Soaring so fixed,

For be in a dream I fly…

 

Now on billowy clouds

Soft feathery things,

Their gentle pull bides

The while one clings,

To this surreal ride

Said fabric for dreams,

That dresses the skies

In clouds made for dreaming!