My home is in the clouds
Where forever I wish to lay
With naughty thoughts of you
and days never grey;
With longings for eyes so blue
and wiry hands that play.
I wish I could stay in the clouds
With your long bones over mine
Where your lashes tickle my neck
and my thoughts are covered in sunshine;
While I count the dots on your back
and you say all will be just fine.
But soon I lose the happiest joy I ever found.
There's a cry I hear distant and loud.
Strings pull me back to the ground
into the abyss of life without a cloud.
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