Factoids come capturing
the time is evening
in the clouds of hope
i lie drifting
sailing in the clouds above
spreading wings like a dove
climbing the craggy mountains
that hide within the skies
Stormy weather comes
with flames to burn
my fingers number ten
when i pray to call
despite the penetrating cold
and though i shiver
the dream remains bold
bravely i dare to achieve
sweating, struggling and sailing
sailing in the clouds of dreams.