My ceiling was gone,
Instead I saw clouds.
My milk wasn't milk,
Instead I tasted vanilla.
Sugar wasn't sweet,
Instead I tasted salt.
Cows didn't moo,
Instead they clucked like chickens.
Doves weren't tiny,
Instead they grew into swans.
Strangers didn't shy,
Instead they had weddings.
Rivals didn't fight,
Instead they waved the truce flag.
If I'm dreaming,
Angels, let me be,
I'd rather stay in this slumber,
Than wake to my dark world.