when i was a kid
i believed that
i could be anything
i still do
sometimes i imagine myself
over the night sky, soaring
sweet ephemeral hues
of black and blue
are what i'm imagining
then i wake up
to harsh reality
on the ground,walking
holding close to my heart
my simple dream of flying
YOU ARE READING
Raindrops
Poetry"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
