Clouds form in the black space
above my thinking head.
Slowly it began to rain,
it drizzle upon my happy dreams.

I became those dreary clouds.
I draped myself over
the dark space above our head’s,
slowly grinding on those dreams, that I claimed nights  ago.

The peace and quiet claimed my mind,
the smell of rain transcending my senses.

Aw yes this is my misty dream,
never are they without clouds
nor my favorite things.

I was left fluffy and ready
to pour out upon
the vastness of my dreams.