OF DREAMS

Fall.

All alone, eyes on the sky.
Minutes creep by.

Dirt.

Under feet, trophy of trees.
Feeling so clean.

Of dreams, so serene
Of streams
Of scenes
Of being away from the city and the pity

Because in here, leaves speak with wind
Birds counter in, their limelight begins

Center stage comes the rain feeding the day, forcing it’s way

Of dreams, so serene
Of streams
Of scenes
Of being away from the city and the pity