A little black cloud in a pale landscape
mirrors the black hole of time.
'Is it the voice of the wind?
You hear made whole within me.'

Summer has long gone.
My dreams are faraway dreaming me to life
and my eyes walk into another country.
'In dreams I have a good job
that allows me to go back and forth,
in time like clouds in the sky.'

Ghosts of summers past and of summer's future
remind us of forgotten adventures and precious broken toys.

Dandelions breeze into the ripples of another time,
not much unlike upside down swans watching the clouds.

Little black clouds feel too much.
Words seldom said dreamily;
sleep talked in birds nests,
dreams tangled in branches
and heart-shaped leaves.
Breezing into a dream from another dreamer,
missing pieces of sleep, regaining my love to believe.
Dandelions are not unlike clouds sowing dreams.
Time goes fast even in dreams; regaining my faith to love,
the weight of complexity drifts away instead.

Little fluffy clouds disintegrate into teary hearts.
Rising above life's challenges,
'she's a rainbow hopping into puddles.'

Her eyes weep stars looking for the beauty in everything,
His eyes turn to the moon staring into space.
Both accept success and disappointments with the same grace.
'In dreams we don't have to dream.'

Clouds wrapped in clouds scared of drowning,
bring love to dreams once overwhelmed with shadow.
Tonight my eyes allow me to swim over too you.