Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

I Dance Upon The Clouds

Sing>Soaring to the heavens high,
I dance upon the clouds,
smile and laugh and feel
such joy just being in your
arms.

Round and round in circles,
you caught me falling down.
Comforted my foolish spirit
as you cushioned the ground.

Soaring to the heavens high,
I dance upon the clouds,
smile and laugh and feel
such joy just being in your
arms.

Lost was my soul till love
came around swept me
to the clouds where my
angel  of love was found.

Soaring to the heavens high,
I dance upon the clouds,
smile and laugh and feel
such joy just being in your
arms.

Darkness looms with the
season and tear drops can
be found and there I take
your hand and spin once
more around.


Soaring to the heavens high,
I dance upon the clouds,
smile and laugh and feel
such joy just being in your
arms.

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