Drifting in a sky hammock towards forever

Drifting in a Sky Hammock Towards Forever

As soon as I get out of bed, I get right

into the hammock by my bedside

to be cradled and held,

and I’m going to bring my blanket and

pillow with me so that I can stay there

a while and doze off as the day goes by

In my hammock I rock back and forth

with my eyes half closed and the fabric

cocoons my body tightly so that I don’t fall

which is good since there is no floor

below me and if I fall I will

never hit the ground

Sometimes my eyes open and I look around

as my hammock drifts indefinitely

and see a shadowed sky expanding around

me and there are clouds made of sheep’s

wool and sheep with wings baaing their

way towards the everblue in the far-off distance

Surely, I would never make it there

for I am swinging in my hammock

which has a mind of its own

and I have no wings

I could ask the little fairies across the

way that are painting the sky purple with

their bunny tail brushes

I’m sure they would know how to get there

I hear that there’s a waterfall which falls

forever and the air is made

from the giggles of babies

That the sun there is eternal and its rays

radiate golden-hour beams every hour

The animals play tag along the

lily-grove meadow’s creek and you eat

sugar cubes with bubble water for every meal

Yes, I am sure that the fairies could help me

get there, but I’m staying right here

floating along the seafoam stream and

listening to crickets and dandelion fluff

soar through the wind

I have the perfect view of the skygrass

which looks beautiful this season

Well, why wouldn’t it? The weather lately

has been lovely—almost every other

day has been undercast

Next week they say that there’s going

to be a feather storm

I usually trust the bird counsel since this

is their territory and they know best,

but we haven’t been fortunate enough to

have an event like that happen since the creation

I will still remain open minded though since

my mind is empty and needs to be filled anyways