I saw a tree house in the clouds

Susanne Feldt — unsplash.com

I saw a tree house in the clouds
where we used to live when we were young
When living in the clouds wasn’t an impossible dream

Around us was the wreckage of a pirate ship
A field of underwater trees
A melting glass floor we glided on
using only our wits and the wind

Back then we didn’t understand
or rather understood not knowing
what we could and couldn’t do
Back then impossible 
was another word among many
not one that divides 
the many from the few

I thought I might call you
and ask you to help build a bridge
up to that impossible tree house
where we used to live