Dreams are made of clouds are made of dreams are made of clouds…

To be wrapped up with you in a dream,
and breathe its tender vapor
while its tiny tendrils tickle our insides
and melt into our bloodstreams…

To sink with you into crushing depths of darkness,
only to break surface before our lungs collapse
and climb mountains of joy, your laughter
flinging out again like a flag…

To face, hand in hand, a thousand more daybreaks and
a million more bright stars to illuminate our souls and
an endless open space for clouds to be born and blossom…

… are made of dreams are made of clouds are made of dreams…

The realm of love and its secrets and trials and joys has just revealed
a tiny portion of itself to us.