Where I seem to cry

Some days I float away up to the sky into distant white isles.
My thoughts so full of little worries,
Heavy and thick...
Wants and hopes beyond all measures.

Up on the clouds is where you can find me-
gently dreaming and mystically dancing.
way beyond all human touches,
far from any manly disasters.

Away from those I love so deeply,
In a place of safety where I can ignore
the pressures and am able to calm my soul.
Way up where the white cranes fly
Is where I seem to cry.