Wishes Are For Dreamers

I had a dream once,

That clouds hung from the ceiling on stings made of hope. They swung back and forth with the non existent breeze. I touched each and every one of them. Their airy nature made them branch out in steams of vapor that sometimes resembled hearts. Like sometimes, my heart resembles you. I stood at the front of the room, and wished I could lay on one of the clouds and start dreaming again. Dream about what it would be like with you. If every single dream came true,

I wish, all my dreams were about you.