After watching the moon through the pale after-dinner sky
I want to build a place where gravity
does not always win. Unlike the sun,
the moon really does rise and set around us.
I want to watch the wind in the trees
The soft stone of the heart thrown
Across the clouds’ silence.
When they speak
The words grow flowers
Translations from the English 
I can hear that “soft stone of the heart” parting the clouds!
Like so many of your pieces, this one is lovely. The disorientation in this one is gentle but effective.
Thank you! ‘Gentle disorientation’… I like that concept…