A million imaginations

Drifting to and from across

The free expanse of

The heavenly sea.

Sky bound bundles of cotton

Swaying on invisible stalks,

Harvested by the attractive hands

Of the green earth.

Falling from your brilliant

White bosom is the

Lifeblood of all living things

That washes clean all sorrow.

I wish to rest my head

Against your soft and comforting

Shoulder and to rest with you

In your carefree journey.