Softly coated pillows float in the sky,
Calmly caressing mountain tops and trees,
Unconsciously you form shapes,
You billow and grow gently, slowly
There's a candy like texture to you,
But could you smell of fresh cotton,
Your moves are in slow motion,
Look away a second and you are changed,
Reaching up to touch you,
Realizing you are to far away,
Seeing you as a soft lamb,
Cuddled up in my arms,
If only in my mind I see,
Someday the clouds reach to touch me.
