There is a castle on a cloud
Silver spires reach to the sky like human minds reach for dreams; a great golden gate admits all who knock.
I like to go there in my sleep
Filthy linens melt into the finest silks. The odor of moldering straw is no more – in its place, the soothing scent of lavender.
Aren't any floors for me to sweep
She can walk upon the clouds for miles – weightless, floating, free.
There is a room that's full of toys
Before her now is a winding tower of playthings. She dances, surrounded by vibrancy and life. But something is missing.
There is a lady all in white
Until she enters – she who can dance upon the clouds just like her daughter.
Holds me and sings a lullaby
Cosette is anchored yet flying free on the wings of a song that echoes through the clouds and among the stars.
She says, "Cosette, I love you very much."
Cosette hears so many voices, but these words alone lift her high above the screams and curses. She drifts back to Earth, imbued with the strength to live another day.
A/N: I'd love to hear your thoughts! Thanks for reading.