We lie on our backs, grass at our necks
Gazing up, pointing and laughing
At dreams that look like clouds
You describe the cloud you see, eyes wide
And I try, I try to see the same
But your dreams do not look like mine
And I cannot see what you see
We stand, weary from rest, to our feet
Hand in hand, we walk toward the setting sun
That lights the dreams we leave behind
In vivid color, shifting and writhing in the light
Never once have we shared a dream,
But I put that worry aside in peace
For I have a cloud that exists only in my mind
Where I shape it to what you want to be