On the most beautiful saturday morning
I have ever woken up.
Took my hand and ran away.
Crawled with white thruogh falling tunnels.
Ships might fall faster, but you are much more fun
Candy and sweets for thy lovely young one -


I love,
in the beauty of the sky
To be behind,
the biggest darkest cloud
free at least
As the words are mountain-high
Slowly took them out
To the sunshine
.