A cloud, and then a dream

How would it feel to live among the clouds?

Like float all day. Like look down and yawn at the grub and grime of the world. Like stay asleep among tons of compressed flowery mist, wake to the pure bright rays of a nude sun. Like live. Like dream on.

I have had a strange desire for years. Actually since when, I don’t exactly recall, but its into a farther time than any number I can quote.
There is a moonbeam, only, it isn’t a moonbeam. It is a starbeam, maybe even a strange walkway to a far away, yet close to the heart galaxy. Its multicolored. That will suffice, than it resembling the rainbow or any other set pattern. It is a kaleidoscope, one that is studded with crystals, just the way I like the light to get scattered and hit.
There is someone beside me. A someone whom I can describe. Tall, not exactly dark, very handsome. But does that matter as much as that string of discerning conscious familiarity? Of knowing? Of seeming to have shared eons of springs, summers, autumns and winters? Anyway, a someone who holds my hand. Like a friend. A friend who is yet more. And yet forever. And we walk down the ray of scattered brilliant light. Smiling, as though this walk was what each of us ever desired since the eons that have passed.

And yet, as that walk hasn’t yet materialized, I can be given to dreaming about living on the clouds. Watching dreary people drag their days out of the mindless sense of the multiverse. Watching someone somewhere, unaware of impending journeys, waking, existing, sleeping. And playing computer games.