Spinning underneath cosmos of stardust, I sip from the spilled milk galaxy in my swinging canopy.
I sway back and forth in a display of peace, but I cease at the stuttering light in the night sky.
Tilting my head with the question, Why? Do all stars fall and if they do can God give me this one to wish my way though? Because the clouds are sapphire and the song of Angels is aloud.
I want to be the one where stars freely fall about. I feel as if to sleep as the One who sends out stars...sends one to comfort me.
I dream of a place where the clouds are high and the mountains are low, and where my fears are stuck within the light's glow. I tremble at the thought of being free as I wish to be.
The weightless pull is keeping me higher and then I wake to see my world. I shift in the canopy, making it swing. What's a little wishing and a daydream?
It seems as nothing when I open my eyes...then I hear a whisper, "That's divinity disguised."