Above the Clouds

Above the clouds the sky is sprinkled with diamonds and the moon in all her glory fills the night. Above the clouds things are black and white, clean and understandable and empty of emotion.

At times I wish I could live there, in that clean and open sky. The world below me with its mess and noisy and confusion but it is not meant to be. For space is but a dream that man has forgotten and too soon we will all be in the ground beneath the starry sky. But I will keep dreaming of my sky of stars.