The Cloudbound Dreamer
She built her silence where the heavens bloom,
Upon a swing suspended in the light,
Where every breeze became a whispered hymn
And every cloud surrendered to the sky.
The sun reached gently through cathedral mist,
Placing golden blessings on her soul.
Feathers drifted like forgotten prayers,
Each one carrying a dream once set free.
She did not long to touch the earth below,
For peace had found her high above the storm.
Some hearts are not meant to chase the horizon—
They become part of it.
And if you ever glimpse a swing among the clouds,
Moving softly where no wind should be,
Know that hope still lingers in the heavens,
Waiting for those who dare to dream beyond the sky.
The Cloudbound Dreamer
She built her silence where the heavens bloom,
Upon a swing suspended in the light,
Where every breeze became a whispered hymn
And every cloud surrendered to the sky.
The sun reached gently through cathedral mist,
Placing golden blessings on her soul.
Feathers drifted like forgotten prayers,
Each one carrying a dream once set free.
She did not long to touch the earth below,
For peace had found her high above the storm.
Some hearts are not meant to chase the horizon—
They become part of it.
And if you ever glimpse a swing among the clouds,
Moving softly where no wind should be,
Know that hope still lingers in the heavens,
Waiting for those who dare to dream beyond the sky.