The palace in the sky

There’s a palace in the sky,
Peacefully drifting,
Swaying in the breeze.

Its tall, vibrant green trees
And the many houseplants
Sitting in pots on the sills
Have their leaves ruffled
By a warm spring wind
That brings sunshine
And hope for the future.

The clouds are like pillows,
Far away, yet closer than ever before,
Like giants dancing in the sky.

There’s a palace in the sky,
Peacefully drifting,
Swaying in the breeze.

I visited the palace once
In the spring, I stayed with a family,
They were bakers.
Their smells were carried on the wind
Carrying their love and kindness
To the entire city.

When you’re in the palace
Everything seems so small
But when you look outside the window
Giants wave and dance
And vines rustle gently
Against the windowpanes.

There’s a palace in the sky,
Peacefully drifting,
Swaying in the breeze.

And suddenly
Things are so small,
But in a better way,
In a simpler way.

All your problems are small,
Not wrinkled and cramped like raisins,
But simple and smooth like a marble.

I visited the palace once.
Bread carried its love on the air.
I found myself mesmerized by the height,
The one-ness of it all.
I was in the clouds.
Nothing bad could touch me here.
I can feel only love when I visit the palace.

There’s a palace in the sky,
Peacefully drifting,
Swaying in the breeze.

I visited the palace once.
I watched myself falling in love,
Not with a beautiful man,
Kind and caring,
But with myself
And the world.

And that was when I knew
It had all flown out of my reach
Just like the birds who fly past my basement.

I visited the palace once
And I never left.