The sky is an ocean, the twinkle of its waves reflecting the lights of the world. There is a greater depth to be discovered, full of strange creatures shrouded in mystery. A mermaid swims by, her illuminescent beauty gleaming as she glides across the surface of the cosmos. The moon is an island and it is a lonely place to be. The waves lap against her pale shores and at times completely wash over her, until there is nothing but a roiling dark surface where she used to shine.
She was a walking dream with footsteps trailing starlight in her wake. Her smile was the crescent moon illuminating the world and her eyes were indigo oceans too deep to fathom. She slept on the sun and recited poetry to the wind that carried her words to every corner of the world. She was a lover to no one but the sky and her delicate form could be found twirling among the constellations.
When I sleep, my head is like the sky and my dreams are the colors displayed across it. I have dreams full of happy memories and gumdrop fantasies so sweet, the clouds look like cotton candy. And there are dreams that tear across the sky like a storm, leaving only darkness in its wake. Sometimes, a light shines through the clouds when my mind is lost deep within the dark enfolds. The illumination of a better dream clears the sky, ridding it of any remnants left by the nightmare. And the sun shines brightly, making the colors in my sky glow, so when I wake up, the sun shines on a sky full of happy thoughts.