NEFELIBATA:

Nefelibata, cloud walker, where reality is to dream,

Treading softly, not to hurt & never hear a scream,

Tiptoeing through dreams, that no one else can see,

Solo & in still silence, asking, “Is it really only me?”

 

Softly wending through cumulus, within air up high,

Floating upon my misty emotions, high up in blue sky,

Gently wafting, so as not to wake the softly sleeping,

Alone in Heaven, but for all Guardian Angels peeping.

 

A novice, in the lonesome land, of silent drifting clouds,

In this place of total silence, where death is never loud,

Where softly, I am cradled, in the hand of my sweet Lord,

In this place where fight is over, I have no need for sword.