aligning yourself with the direct road to the sky
your spine a stem pointing upwards
you're tracing a big oval heart around yourself
breathing the heart
closing your eyes
imagining
you in your cloud sheath
that's your name for it
soft oyster white strapless wrap
knee-length maybe silk-like but softer
like breath sprinkled with twinkles
star-like sequins
usually you'll see stars in a clear sky
but these are stars in the cloud
and now there are voices
that'll be the children
you feel their hands grabbing your hands
all of your hands like you're a goddess
with many hands
they're holding on to you
holding on to the soft starry cloud
your slender frame is wrapped in
a party-like sheath but comfortable
puffy and soothing like soft dream beds
in bedtime stories for kids
you're transmitting this white fantasy shell
softness to the children of the world
they're coming to be near you
from all global corners
calling your name in their dreams
reaching for one of your many hands
you're the mother of hope and encouragement
the big sister of future laughter
your hands are their university
your cloud sheath the pillow they lean on
up in the air for a breather
during your working day you'll stop and pause
glimpsing the verdant globe moving
in a stream of light
Vera Kelgart (with channeling Lemuria crystal) 2016
