Resting my head on a cloud to dream
I see daylight stealing the starry gleam.
I feel the sunlight pour into my soul
As I skywalk the heavens, take a stroll.
Wings of angels keep me up on high
On ancient pinions, I glide, I fly.
Grabbing hold of time as I drift
Following the sun and stars as they shift.
I cool off into a rain that feels like ink
I see my quill swigging a drink.
Pouring into white of a paper cloud
I ride into a rainbow that has me wowed.