I hug my legs as I lay on a cloud
And it takes me on a gentle ride
But it doesn't seem to be floating out;
It seems to be floating in.
Something the thunder clouds can never do.
It is taking me towards a castle,
That seemed to be covered with-- snow? No, dust,
Its golden gates portraying the majesty
Of familiar fairytale figures in intricate plating.
From Snow White to Little Red Riding Hood,
They silently greet me and open, slowly
Without so much as a creak.
And from within the opalescent bricks
And behind those worn golden gates
Is a white light as bright as the midnight moon.
It calls to me without a sound,
And it draws me in without a touch
And I find myself drifting in;
Reaching for the distant sense of home.
Inside, I find myself in a room of walls white as fluffy clouds
With shiny copper lines tracing in flower patterns
And a marble floor depicting the glorious rays
Of the morning sun that cradled my childhood days.
I am surrounded by toys; wooden shapes, rainbow xylophones,
Clockwork dolls, planes of plastic flown with dreams,
Wind-up ducks and maple wood birds
And old storybooks-- portals to other, lighter worlds.
The teddy bear servants run to me
Clumsily with their stuffed cotton feet
And onto my back they lay fairy wings
As they set aside my worn red coat.
I can hear the tiny marching band
Playing a song of welcoming hearth
And look up to see tracks floating in midair
Where the toy train runs and steams--
The "steam" being the pastel bubbles.
I walk towards the ceiling that was high as heaven,
Walking up the crystal steps
To view the endless sea of stars
That seemed to have been covered for years
But now is in its clear former glory
Along with my castle of childlike wonder
That my grown hands had covered with velvet drapes
And wrapped up with torn moonlight lace.
But now-- since now, I've known
That I never had to leave it behind.