queen of the clouds
i dream of building a home
among the clouds.
coaxing the mist into high walls,
the sun painting my surroundings
according to the time of day.
i would wake up to
light pinks.
let it peak at bright golden,
warmth suffusing through
the imperceptible cracks.
slowly sinking down to
lilac and orange.
i think i could make
my peace with the birds.
perhaps we could broker
an arrangement.
arrive at a tentative truce.
imagine looking down
on the green landscapes.
the people so small,
their lives smaller.
maybe it is perspective i seek.
to know that what troubles me
is not larger than life.
to know that what keeps me awake
is not the end of the world.
the sun rises and sets regardless.
the earth continues to turn.
the waves crash on sandy shores.
i dream of building a home
among the clouds.
letting the sunlight refract through me.
turning my tears into rainbows.