• Cumulus walkways like
    Cobblestone connections
    Bounce back when you
    Belly flop into beds
    Of cotton balls
    Sprinkled through
    Sapphire hues.

    Cirrus wisps whirl
    Around your ankles,
    Tickling your toes
    And pushing gently
    At your heels
    Towards the warmth
    Of the sun
    And the solace
    Of the jet streams.

    Stratus streets
    Paved in vapors
    Of angel's wing beats
    Cascade like
    Spirit glades in winter
    As the sun
    Closes it's eye.

    A nimbus nocturne
    Breaks the night sky
    And lights up
    The land below,
    Pouring you back
    To your bed...
    Cloud-walking
    Only a dream away.