Floating

On a tranquil sea, I float,

upon a cloud;

streaming from my mind

are many flowers,

lilies I lay gently

in array, upon the water.

The wind arranges them

in pleasing patters.

But then, the wind

grows stronger,

and stirs the water

and the flowers

begin to sink.

I reach desperately

for the ones nearest to me

and fall from the cloud,

helplessly into the sea.

Struggling to stay afloat

I sink beneath the waves,

and there, I am floating

with the sunken flowers,

only now there is no surface

I must remain upon;

now I can float

in every direction

and the patterns are endless

and the waves,

no longer troubling.