Cloud dream

Sailing...
traffic of the sky, ruler to no bird

Soaring sleep, floating on the highest sky, feeling charmed and delighted.

Dimmed lids, to only reveal the thoughts of gratitude! To know, "yea, another night, shared with on that dame" feeling fuzzy, feelin' fine!

The best wine, "untouched" dipped in the sweetest of "combs"...that fine "honey comb" didn't want it to end...

Dreaming days, and awaken nights, touch...fingernails, and sent emails...touch...yellow faces, and white window spaces, all cramped in hours of drifting, sleepy, sure thoughts...

Sailing...high...sailing...fly...cloud nine!?...nah higher than!
"Got no measure for this pleasure"...it's warm, comforting, and sweet...

WOW! this cloud!, can be any others' cloud, but it sails...with me...and for me to see, that it's "high time, to fly high, with me!"

Dimmed lids, sighs satisfaction, folded arms of enjoyment, and crossed legs of relaxation...
"I'm sailing, man! sailing to no return! On my honey cloud!"