Looking up at the sky on a spring day, a cool gust of wind flowing. I catch myself dreaming again of being somewhere else. Somewhere different, leaving loving where I learned to love.
The clouds roaming the earth in there peaceful white gowns. They are free, always feeling the embrace of the sun or the dim light of the moon. I will never quench the thirst yearning to keep them company on their travels. So I sit there and day dream about the feeling being kissed by the clouds.
Feeling the water drops running down your skin as you get closer. Closer to the point where the soft cold white meets the warm sun filled blue. Now I lie being hugged by the soft arms, the water previously drenching me starts to dry. Feeling the warm rays on my skin and roaming with white giants I feel free from every burden I ever had.