Thousand Miles Of Cotton Field

Storm gathering around the eyes

Rain threatening to spill, lips quivering in anguish

The corner is cold, dark and dry

Sitting there pale and withering without light

The eyes seep all the tears, flutter and close.

You want to fly

Fly high until one reaches the sky

Soar higher than the eagles

Fly longer than an overnight plane

The storm seems to slowly fade into the far horizon

Its place was taken up by bright clouds.

The sky now decked with thousand miles of a cotton field

Its belly painted with streaks of orange-yellow sparks

Like fireflies buzzing around the fields

Miles and miles of freedom

Miles and miles of hope

Miles and miles of exhilarating joy.

Oh! How you long to be free

From shackles of loneliness and dark dreams

For once, your sleep takes a beautiful leap

Into the cotton fields.

Sleeping soundlessly at the corner is you

The tears all dried up, the mouth slightly agape with dreamy tiredness

As you climb up and up into the vibrant sky

Its body glowing with soft cotton fields.