Featherbed

Clouds all tumbling steadily along, way up above my head,
Looking Oh, so cosy, just like an exquisite featherbed,
I could just relax there, within those many soft rolling hills,
Sleeping and dreaming away my cares, my sorrows and my ills,
Floating across the big blue expanse of sky and space anew,
Bodily becoming light as air, bidding this world adieu.


© Ernestine Northover