Oars in White
As I lie here in obscurity,
I see the true colors.
Where I stand in the clouds,
Created in puffs of white.
Floating alongside,
Trending droplets of white,
Scattered along the way,
It's just so very bright.
Floating amongst a sea of white,
I see a sign up ahead.
It says "Pink Floyd" on the clock face.
Where the oak oars race.
Swimming across the sky,
Searching with my good eye,
As I fly in peace,
In these magical white sheets. |
