i
am a dreamer
and my wishes
and imagination
and desiress
are a culmination
of crayons and fireflies
my aspiration lies
amongst a field of whispers
where hopes are seeds
sewn by eyelashes.
The blinking creates waves against the breath of my vision
if you listen
the blinking sounds like
"shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The dreams are secrets
fabled not to come true if spoken
hopin'
we blow our prayers into the wind
like eyelashes off finger tips
a dream is but a wish
the hope is but a prayer
and the whisper of the blinking is the sound of the vision being born.
