I’d like to walk among the crystals:
in the glistening scapes so white
where only the sun sees
on the dorsal side of the cloud
floating so close to the slanted hill
seemingly close white cliffs hovering
and inviting me with glowing sun
and the softest bed of ice to lay
my dreams of tears far, far aside
but I know that place so serene
is miles and miles and miles away
layering on atmosphere farther above
than my lungs care to reach
and I wonder if, somewhere,
this same dream is shared
so we may watch the clouds
and their fragile lands
keep passing us by
