Finding familiar shapes
in fleecy cotton clouds,
on a clear blue sky,
I weave my dreams
with cotton yarns.

Sadly enough,
these clouds melt
into torrential rains,
and my dreams melt
into unshed tears.

In my not so distant future,
lie my ever so distant dreams.
In my daunting past,
lurk my haunting screams.

- Landlocked Sailor