Above me flew the clouds,
The clouds, above me, flew,
Like tufts of weightless wool,
In skies of endless blue.

Like dolphins or like ships,
Like half-transparent shrouds,
Across the planet's hips,
Above me flew the clouds.
Above me flew the clouds.

Above me drifted domes,
They drifted into view,
And rang their silver bells,
As beautiful as you.

Like sheets of gleaming silk,
Like meadows never plowed,
Like drops of honeyed milk,
Above me flew the clouds.
Above me flew the clouds.

Around me tumbled bricks,
The soldiers of old walls,
Bohemians and hicks,
The dragons that change all.

A wine too sweet and bland,
A long-forgotten war,
A sad and empty land,
And there, somewhere, your door.
And there, somewhere, your door.

Above me flew the clouds,
They fluttered through the air,
Like free and vivid souls,
Without a worldly care.

To Laos and Bethlehem,
The corners of the earth,
Away from silly thoughts,
Abandoned in the dirt.
Abandoned in the dirt.

I'll set alight a lamp,
And chase away the fools,
Who for a million years,
Believed in worthless rules.

I'll take the burning lamp,
And place it on my shelf,
And launch, at last, the spring,
And clouds within myself.
And clouds within myself.