CLOUD 9 WITH YOU

Quiet room, golden blinds, city hum like lullabies—

Your name still warm on my tongue, like first light in disguise.

Steam on the window draws halos ‘round your hair,

Coffee breath, cotton sheets, my t-shirt on your chair.

Clock hands whisper, “stay,” to the dust that floats in lines,

I count the freckles on your shoulder like little exit signs.

I used to chase the night, outrun the breaking day,

But somehow every sunrise learned your favorite way.

You stir, the whole world softens, traffic turns to rhyme—

The moment that your eyes find mine, time forgets to climb.

Every breath is a ladder, pulling me higher, higher,

A prayer without a chapel, a spark without a wire.

If gravity remembers me, it’ll have to wait its turn—

You touch my chest, and all my winter learns to burn.

Every morning we wake on cloud 9,

Sun can’t rise higher than I climb.

Heartbeat drumming under mine,

Ordinary heaven, every time.

Say my name and the sky signs,

Streetlight halos turn to shrine—

Every morning, every line,

We, together, we wake on cloud 9.

Lip print on a chipped mug, meteor on porcelain,

You laugh and the apartment grows a thousand orchards in.

Your hair, a slow confession; your hands, a mapped-out truth—

I drink the way you look at me like water in my youth.

Bills on the fridge and a calendar of plans,

But in this quiet kingdom we’re rich in open hands.

No diamond on the table, just sunlight in a ring—

The kind of vow that windows make when sparrows start to sing.

I was a room without a window, a chorus without rhyme,

A suitcase with no letters, a summer out of time—

Then you wrote your yes across the weather of my soul,

Now the ordinary Tuesday blooms in solid gold.

Every morning we wake on cloud 9,

Sun can’t rise higher than I climb.

Heartbeat drumming under mine,

Ordinary heaven, every time.

Say my name and the sky signs,

Streetlight halos turn to shrine—

Every morning, every line,

We, together, we wake on cloud 9.

Before you, I was falling just to prove I knew the ground;

Now falling is a flying with a softer kind of sound.

If all I own is breath and you, I’m paid in full by light—

You kiss my doubt to daylight and you teach my fear the night.

For once I don’t need thunder to believe that I am alive—

Your quiet is the symphony where all my reasons thrive.

[Down Chorus] (soft, half-time)

Every morning we wake on cloud 9,

Whispered vows between the lines—

Hold me close, and we align,

Ordinary heaven, every time.

[Final Chorus] (full band; ad-libs)

Every morning we wake on cloud 9 (we rise),

Sun can’t rise higher than I climb (so high).

Heartbeat drumming under mine (stay mine),

Ordinary heaven, every time (every time).

Say my name and the sky signs (your sign),

Streetlight halos turn to shrine (be mine)—

Every morning, every line,

Now and always, we wake on cloud 9.

Cloud 9, with you… cloud 9, it’s you… cloud 9—always you.