Cloud 9

Cloud 9

On the wings of our imaginations

and the homeliness of Cloud 9

may we never touch the ground.

The only way to fly.


The air is so much softer

and all is calm and sweet.

So high we fly from the critical eye

of the ground beneath our feet.


Remember when we tried

to let our toes embrace the soil,

but the ground was hot and hostile

and it boiled with all that's spoiled.


They wouldn't listen to our stories

of sunsets and beautiful clouds,

or the love we tried to smuggle down.

No-one down there is allowed.