The white, fluffy clouds I
thought my memory
couldn’t conjure up
again lofted high
above the window
of my room.
Billowing heaps of
crisp, white cotton
floated seemingly high above
the world, passing over
the glorious sun
for a few brief moments.
An impossible array of shapes
passed me by:
A dragon
A heart
A lion
A ship.
Images all made up
in my head.