Sitting On An Island In The Sky

Sitting on an island in the sky Wiping my eyes to see through the clouds Swimming outside the box aware of the differences within the crowd. The preferences seem to mystify the relativity of the thinning air. Sitting on an island in the sky witnessing the hectic motions waving through our substance. Relaxing with the tropic breezes helping my soul to pacify. Easing down the damsel's hair flowingly rapturous as it teases the imagination and personifies the reception of felt emotions. Sensing the excitability which enshrouds the secrets of my mission. Indulged in contemplation frees my weaving of a dream in submission to my internal sense somewhere, elsewhere. My attention drifts with an abundance of invention over the distant horizon where I perceive beyond reluctance. Receiving suggestions quite venturesome explaining the wonders of my vision. Extraordinary revelations are endowed to inspire as I'm relishing this equilibrium. Hovering above like a magician fathoming the phenomena of solitaire while sitting on the island in the sky. Evolving my concepts of innocence while projecting my philosophical petitions as we flourish and suddenly revivify. Expanding with burgeoning gardens we will secure with an utmost care the blossoming of compassion although the world still hardens. Sitting upon an island in the sky as all propaganda disappears exposing a prepared pandemonium. Watching upon a viable screen the manipulation of politicians. Nevertheless comes a joyous chorus of a heartrendering puppeteer conveying laughter amongst children as he washes away the troublesome. Never losing sight of the humorsome who lighten our hearts and intervene to exhibit the necessity we endorse. Gifting us with a miraculous release suspending us as their thoughts appease. Manifesting a harlequin so debonair to glorify our lives and atmosphere. Sitting on the island in the sky prophesying a renewable intercourse of communities where Apollo supervenes showering us with meditative means to conquer the misery of our doldrums. Reawakening the vitality to diversify our earthly existence and creative course engulfing our spirits to be adventuresome. Never yielding while accepting the unforeseen and more probable intelligent discourse. Listening with openness to clarify inner voices with an intuitive way to convene. Pleasingly reciting enticing passages between reflection and peace devoid of morbid remorse. Sitting on an island in the sky observing sweet Pan so frolicsome fluttering his flute so amazingly serene. Incidentally appears a princess shy plucking upon her ancient lute. Glancing through orchards of nectarines beholding Mother Nature's butterfly once a caterpillar beneath a root. An outrageous contrast to we homo-sapiens crawling like ants in a bodysuit. Relieve us from the mundane and bring our souls to purify the senselessness of this ghastly routine. Salvaging our attributes to multiply acquiring an emblem of the sane. Arousing a pleasantly new frontier evoking the perfect specimen.