Dreaming ImpossibilitiesI belong in sunshine and burnt grass Where I can hear the crickets and Smell the wildflowers.Dreaming Impossibilities
I belong free of bindings My wings molded to the sun Not frozen and jagged from breaking.
I belong under a wild blue sky Where I can see puffs of breath turn into Jet puff marshmallow men.
I belong in an animal scream to the heavens The kind that a tree makes when it cracks During a thunderstorm.
I belong in a desert water storm Not here in this nightmare Not now in this time travelling backwards.
I belong in a world that does
