Clouds are made of distant dreams
And fantasies of faraway floating castles.
Clouds are like wishes, white lies, and high hopes:
The more they grow, the less their disbelief suspends
And finally reality will pull them to the ground.
The clouds are falling.
I try to break their fall but I can't catch them all.
Puddles splash and my toes sparkle
With the light of broken raindrops
As I dance on shattered dreams.
I hope my feet don't hurt them--
Dreams are fluid; they'll re-form
As something better
Like thousands of tiny tinkling footsteps;
I can hear the raindrops dance with me.
I am awake, alive, and free.
These raindrops feel more real to me than distant clouds;
The present is more tangible than dreams.
I close my eyes, tilt my face to the sky,
And savour the touch of rain:
A shower of kisses from the heavens.
I smile :)
And kiss the sky back <3
< Message edited by Crystal Sunshyne -- 8/30/2013 23:21:16 >