When I look at a high, billowing cloud,

I think of a faraway kingdom.

Something in me strikes a familiar chord

and I long to be there again.

Oh, to fly straightway to that castle-home.

The joy I would, to feel my feet upon

that beautiful place.

To set my eyes again on those walls

that are not walls.

The music of the wind to soothe my ears.

The sun and the moon to be my companions.

To host the occasional bird that would

drift so high.

To sink down deep into that dreamy foam

and slumber soundly. At last, at home.