As I drift away upon my cloud. As I abandon a world that's much too loud.
My eyes weighed down by exhausted light. Darkness invades my soft invite.
All notions gone my mind left blank. Agendas elude me, plans are sank.
Future has no matter here. Only peaceful thoughts of present dear.
Vast realms of fantasy flutters about. Warmth and comfort flood the drought.
Time is endless & belongs to me. This is my realm where I can be free.
A splash of color makes sounds of delight. The taste of sweet wind is only just right!
Aromas so tender, so soft to the feel. Possibilities here are endless & real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem