Resting my head on a cloud to dream I see daylight stealing the starry gleam. I feel the sunlight pour into my soul As I skywalk the heavens, take a stroll. Wings of angels keep me up on high On ancient pinions, I glide, I fly. Grabbing hold of time as I drift Following the sun and stars as they shift. I cool off into a rain that feels like ink I see my quill swigging a drink. Pouring into white of a paper cloud I ride into a rainbow that has me wowed.