Chasing Highs

Chasing highs
I thought you were too far
Floating away
On your little white cloud
With beauty struggling
To keep up
Swimming in sky
I wondered
What it would be like
To touch the
Untouchable
To rest with the divine
On the only pillows
Made for the mystery
That was your love
And the thought
That we ever needed to go
Chasing Highs