A Perfect Dream.

by Solaña in World of Books

A Perfect Dream.

Into a cloud of white,

a soft song playing,

with the cause not in sight,

I follow it's wordless singing,

longing for it's sweet caress.

The peacefulness makes it hard to assess,

for that's what it is:

white sweetness.

Better than sugar's brain fizz,

and softer than the lightest comforter.

The cloud let's my mind wander...

Is this what a cloud is like?

Like a heaven on Earth?

and makes me happier than any psyche?

And should I thank the dream?

Because it's too perfect, without any seams.

The music just right,

The sun's perfect-colored beams,

music no one can duplicate, no matter how tight.

Yes, this is unreal.

But despite how surreal,

I thank my imagination,

that this is here to make me feel,

like anything is my creation.

Quiet, simple, and absolutely perfect.

So when I awake,

I thank my mind,

for this sweet break,

and a chance to unwind.