On my own leisure,
At times, I tend to have my head in the clouds
With no intention of coming down
My sweet soul dreams of nothing but the
sempiternal of serenity.
I’m a demure sleep walker, oblivious while tip
toeing
I create vivid images, from my thoughts that
are endless and diligent
Been this way since I was 7, I used to daydream
and wonder was the clouds I slept on in heaven?
Was the sky the reflection of the ocean and was
I swimming in mid- air taking me elsewhere?
Self-deception or just my own perception
My personal projector of my dreams with the
reflection of my emotions and expressions
Showing me dimensions of my old depressions
and simple learned lessons
I’m love healing, I’m still breathing
Daydreaming