I was high upon a rain filled cloud.
Looking down from the shrouded far below.
It was a romance sacred by the floating clouds of life.
They filled me with a vigeration.
Inside my soul was born unto my silence.
Beauty around my head was transpiring.
People were all far below this cushion world.
I myself the quiet moment of all infinity.
Tomorrow will never arrive,I told no-one but myself.
Then the sun appeared in the sky.
It just appeared and my DREAM was BROKEN,BROKEN,BROKEN.
I cried but the DREAM was BROKEN.