One day, in the afternoon sky, one cloud reminds and not travelled round.
He stuck with me, it was obvious, and no matter the questions I asked, he stayed silent.
My new guidance, he became my new advisor, in the sky. Saving my dreams, imagination and hopes.
Fears? Oh, fears, he had blown them away, they vanished in his surrounding purple air.
I wanted to thank him for being around, but I did not say nothing, because I scarcely knew, no answer will come from above.
So be it, my purple friend.
Have my dreams stay imprinted in you, veiled from the Earth.
And what are the best spot to hide, then way up high, far in the sky?
Not reachable by anything, the Earth, the Moon or the tide.