The whole poem reminded me of the story of Icarus in Greek mythology, flying too close to the sun despite his father's warning. I think sometimes we can feel the freedom and excitement, let go of our inhibitions, without being aware of the repercussions.
I love how you take this even further... the pillow-talk with the sky, beyond just a childlike dream to fly, but to feel accepted. Belonged. Wanted by the sky, by the clouds. We can become scorched and burned by what we place so much faith in, letting ourselves be vulnerable to something that can harm us, yet continuing in order to find kinship.
Firstly, congratulations to you also!
As much as I enjoy reading free verse, I have to admit that I'm always left feeling rather jealous because I struggle with it sometimes. The imagery isnt so much an issue, but just a delicate turn of phrase and general way of writing that a few on this site - you included - seem to accomplish with a quiet ease.
Anyway, well done and all the best.