Walking around inside glass morphed clouds high in the sky. Surrounded by the waiting, silence in every side. Dreamlike state, psychosis of wings to fly. Wifey left, though skewering a covenant to look over the quay. Walking still inside clouds filling adamantine luster, hanging very north like into the sky. Me, myself and I, in the midst, along came you inside. Through these dense clouds, proudly the One came to cheer. Staring, Peters, tawny and with that bashful beautiful smile. Walking in small leaves, through Creator given, in a world of our own. Everyone, plus you, watched me silently slip away. As chills ran through, wishing to be home and granted me no sanction - all the same. As a gigantic spry feline, just coos away the plea of need. Wailing inside the walking in clouds, higher in a oblivious mile. Encompassed by silence, this impermeable skyline affirmed that shortest way round was the skyline. Higher and higher above an falcons eye. Looking then too gazing that far creation.... Inside this bursting raven of a cloud, holding true for me and you, externally grafted inside this cloud in nevertheless mile, for you and my dear Laura, my true love of a forever blue