Sailing Upon A Thundercloud

The clouds skitter across

The wide azure expanse, like little

Sheep

Grazing on a field

Of blue periwinkle while

The sun shines down

On me, like the warmth of a hug

Seeping into my skin.

And I am

Surrounded by blades of brilliant,

Brilliant green gently dotted

With drops of dew, like they’ve spent the

Night with the rain.

The fragrance of lavender envelopes my

Senses, the soft purple a beautiful

Enchantress,

Dream, she says and so I do.

Brown eyes shut, I dream.

I dream of a mind so sharp and so open, a

Mind that dreams things nobody has the

Strength to

A mind like a ship standing

Strong in the storm wrecking her, tearing

Her apart

With its fury and ravaging her with its

Vicious caresses.

She stands proud and

Tall, quietly confident in her ability

Fighting back with all her might,

Conquering

Even as the dark night blankets

The world and the moon is

Her sole companion.

Bathed in a silvery shine,

She rules

She rises from the depths and soars,

Sailing upon a thundercloud.

I can see it all, and when

My eyelashes flutter open, exposing the

World to me

There are

Stars braided in my hair

And

Dreams shining in my eyes.