I am stepping down from my cloud
Measured only in rows of orchids
I grasp them in my hand being at one
With the aroma, do orchids smile? 

I am sitting by the riverside relaxing
In time to the shallow ripples waving,
Staring through the water I am undone
Wanting the wet sensation to come.

I am beside this tree watching leaves fall
The boughs of the tree bend noisily
My anxiety brought about by bending
Branches only interrupts thoughts is all.

I am inside this cloud for a good reason
Or so I feel, but it alludes me all the time
The true meaning, is this really all mine,
But I did not ask for this cloudiness

I am stepping into the river only ankle deep
Waiting for the trees to whisper in my ears
Can they reveal the meaning or will I lose all
Sense that there is meaning any meaning at all.

I am always taken aback when a dream happens
While I am awake taking control of each step
As I descend the cloud to settle inside the water
I always ask did this really happen at all.

I am in the dark hallways of indecision
But I see the light streaming into my room
Upon each ray there is a short message 
I have read them all over and over again.

I am uncertain what each message was meant
To be seen as – realisation, satisfaction 
Did I need to have so many rays of sun 
Come into my room, answered as affirmation.