A Wandering Dream…………………

I was a wandering dream

Upon the horizons mist

An emerald in the deep blue seas

Flying high with the birds

Dancing on the meadows lips

Singing sweet nothings

And out of this eagerness

Dreams were born, limitless and timeless

And dreams were spaces

Moving freely without measures

Throbbing rhythmically like memories

Of yesteryears gone by

And fervent longings for tomorrows 

My face was uplifted to the sun

And my eyes were overflowing

With my own beautiful light

As I was simply A Wandering Dream……….