The cloud city is at my feet
So close but just out of reach
Looking down at heaven
While flying through the sky
It looks so peaceful
But I am not ready to die
I feel so free
But still confined
Held by the walls of the outer world
That allows me to be what I long to be
But the world is silent
As a single tear falls
Towards the earth
Like a rose wilting its petals
My soul is exposed
I am going home
With the cloud city in the distance
It calls to me.
Written July 2003