and as I blink
I try to contain the dreams that those colors bring.
I have smiled a lot,
looking over my shoulder
basking in the sun
with pearls of sunshine on my lashes bright.
I have never seen a care
that wrinkled my forehead
or bore a sigh...
just colors in my eyes,
and as I blink,
my dreams smile.
There is sadness,
like any other weather;
when I collapse in the arms of the heavenly sky
I nestle there for a while.
As I lay in dark silences
there are days and night passing me by;
I return to the spring of the earth
only to find,
that there are colors in my eyes
and as I blink
dreams chase away my sighs.
I have lived in the world of words
of musical rhymes
of surreal story lines,
on sleepy afternoons
on dreamy nights
I have spun a story of mine,
I live, protected in my punctuations
I live as I write,
with emotions
with pride.