Walking Through A Cloud I'm Seven Miles High Poem by Mark Heathcote

Walking through a cloud I'm seven miles high
And the crowd on the street is nowhere in sight.
Walking on a cloud I've fallen in love
With my very own pearly white heavenly dove.

Walking through a cloud I've peaked on a mountaintop
And pillion rode on the stars, the wings of a dove.
Walking on a cloud doped to the gills with love,
I've swum out of a cloud and rose in fountain atop-

A cloud and fell in love with you.
And dreamt and slept tangled in unkempt flaxen hair.
Oh baby those were the days when summer flared
All winter long, hungry with honeysuckle bees.

And my knees shook like gold leaf
Kind of dreamy,
Kind of cloudless,
Kind of childlike,
Oh baby, in a kind of complete disbelief.

Walking on a cloud nine miles high I've fallen in love
With my very own pearly white heavenly dove.
Above a mountaintop,
Above; billowy white clouds, atop a fountain of love.
I've swum out of a cloud and rose in fountain atop-
A cloud and fell in love with you.

And the crowd on the street is nowhere in sight
Walking through a cloud I'm seven miles high.
Walking on a cloud nine miles high I've fallen in love with you.
And there's not an edge of a blade of a shadow
Riding the pillion wings of a dove, like an arrow.