Terrace Of Clouds Poem by Christian Arebrand

I sat me down a chair
Dreamed away the sun
Found my inner peace
Claimed a distant dream
One about the heavens
I was in one of sevens
I spread the heat in air
The wind in peoples hair
Smell of thousand flowers
The water in all showers
Forgiving taste of food
The marble which you stood
I was the many colors
The nearly endless corridors
I were everything except of her
A dream reality couldn't transfer
The clucking high heels
Stirring eyes she steals
Sun covered in a cloud
Woke up in its sudden shroud
Shroud of a nice blond girl
Who’s hair swung in a whirl
I gave her my salute
Answered by a smile so cute…