By David Jackson
You can be sure of one thing.
I won’t tell you,
I won’t tell you to
Think about it.
I want you to
that you’re on a cloud. And you’re lying there on
cloud, And you’re lookin’ up at th’ other clouds and
you’re makin’ out
As you’re lying there on that cloud
you don’t ask
how is it that I can lie on this cloud
you just lean back
and look at the sky,
An’ you grab you a little piece of cloud and
you fluff it into the air and
is not so important,
nor WHERE, nor WHAT, nor WHEN.
That little piece of cloud over there,
I do believe!
I think I see!
That’s what it is!
I can see the top of my feet
of the cloud below me
and hanging in mid-air
because in our dreams we don’t need
yes, in our dreams we can fly like
in the sky.
Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved
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