Gliding above the clouds, far away from the bustling crowd
Sunny day, extraordinary light and yet a chill in the air
Inside it was warm, cozy enough to lull me to sleep
Singing my lullaby, the sun stood high in the sky
Was it a dream or a trance?
I woke up and behold!
I saw threads of gold!
Appearing in seconds, in seconds turning to moments turning to memory
Too bright to look, I closed my weary eyes
For I fear I am not so bold
Still in my mind’s eye, I saw the threads entwining into fields of gold!