Get your head out of the clouds. Stop huffing the atmosphere.
I think the most heavenly food is fluffy white clouds.
Umbrellas raining upon me, as these cloudy tears give me shelter.
And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day.
Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..
Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace.