I blow my dreams high into the sky
and watch the clouds melt and cry.
Drenching me in warm nostagia
Filling senses with scent of azalea.
The sky is blue as the clouds clear
Wind carries fragrance of memories dear.
The breeze brings to me whispers of my dream
Lost forever in reality’s schemes.
Birds float in the air as if on a high
In a space of my own, I too can fly.
Finally free, I no longer yearn, nor seek
Across the emerald, I joyfully streak.