The City in the Clouds

On the winds of sleep

I float to the city in the sky,
where purple clouds
meet alabaster brilliance.

I fly, skin relishing
cool night air,
and I smile

Little white lights in
black buildings.
I hear laughter...

This ethereal city.

They know of me -
and my heart races
- the sight of their visages
Against glass... to see me.

O, but it must end, I know.
I feel my wings grow sore;
the laughter turns to solemn farewell.

I see the moon overhead,
soon a drop of milk in black ink.

And I fall