Cotton and White Clouds

Cotton And White Clouds Cotton squeezes spongy soft in sanguine undertows Flows calmly through the gentle fingers slow Babies feel them caress their tender skin and sigh Thin fibers rise to weave a dream of pure new white Through their tiny minds as they recline to nap Invisible oceans come and wash thoughts clean Clouds envy them within the realm of reason Sleeping on blue skies like baby silent whispers Marshmallow mountains of ghostly fluff move up above Over the innocent bundles of pure love Clean and clear, floating ever slowly Evaporate as they draw close Tranquil cotton finds white clouds in heavenly repose Blissful just like Christmas snow Before they disappear