What is it like?  
 

To touch the stars with your fingers?

To fly through golden rays of light?

To bask in angelic voices unheard?

To be showered by pollen spices?

To taste polygonal snowflake so pure?

To sleep on cloudy mattress endlessly?

To paint sky’s canvass with deep azure?

To dream crystal palaces, or what may be?

To feel that bliss within, like something of?

To be in love?