I am falling through a cloud

        twirling ‘round and ‘round,

 a freefall with no beginning or end

 I don’t know if I’m up or down

             or how I’ve gotten here,

     but as I pass a passenger ship

           I remember I’m dreaming,

        the logic of the situation befriends me

       oh, I wish I had a parachute

        I wish I could descend real slow

             no sooner thought of,

   I’m holding onto red nylon chords

              as a bright yellow parachute

         ripples in the wind above me

     I have to admit,

       the mystery and outcome

       is both daunting as well as exhilarating

            as I break through the cloud

       I’m find myself inside another misty apparition,

         a dense fog raining crystal balls

          with rainbow bubbles surrounding me

       there is a lighthouse in the far distance

                     and I can taste sea salt on my lips

            and see the moon through a clearing in the fog

   my legs waltz in the wind

           and as I get closer to the ground

       my heart is pumping so hard

              I feel as though I’m in a musical

         dancing to the beat of tropical drums

there’s a stage of souls waiting just below me

        having performed in a play

        they’re all waiting to take a final bow

                  as I land between their eyes

   there’s a giant curtsy

           aimed to the stars dancing beneath my feet