Three States of Thoughtful

If I could stand here 
and count the clouds,
I would.

And when the darkest of the dark skies
rose before me
I would stand
and watch the raindrops fall 
quietly and deliberately into my hand.

If I could sit here forever
staring out the window
waiting, watching 
for time to pass by
I would. 
And when the most precise of precise clocks
struck noon
I would sit up straight 
adjust the yellow lace curtains
wonder what comes next.

If I could lie here
and dream
of my perfect place,
then I would.

And when the most beautiful of beautiful dreams
approached me
I would close my eyes
drifting slowly back to sleep.

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