One day, I will climb the sky
And catch a cloud, as it sails on by,
Past roofs, and spires, and tops of trees,
Blown by breath of billowing breeze,
Till far out to sky, my home will seem
A glimpse of long-forgotten dream.
And as my sail-cloud turns and twists,
I’ll watch new cities rise in mists
As far behind me old ones fall,
Though from up here they’ll look so small.
And then, as I’m blown through blackest night,
I will snuggle myself in the pillowy white
Of the cloud’s soft deck. And there I’ll sleep
All through the dark, so silent, deep,
Where lonely stars still sing the birth
Of moons and suns and each new earth.
Then in the morning’s first pink blush
I’ll hoist my cloud-sails up and rush
Through fire-tinged waves of new-dawned air,
Then steer my cloud-ship on to where
I’ll land on the sands of an unmapped shore
And join with the song of the wild world’s roar.