I never fit the label of a dreamer
Never saw clouds as equals
and birds as neighbours
I see myself reading on a porch
in weather where leaves fall gently
and sunlight feel like a soft caress on the cheek
The rain soothes me with it pitter-patter on all surfaces
I clipped off my wings long before
the storms decided to make me one of them
The storms, they do not scare me.
I need not be greater than them
I am not one of those who want to rise above the clouds
I do not need to be in the sky to see that it's beautiful
I can see it from where I am
I am seated on carpets of moss, juice in hand and book in another
I can see the sky from here
It is pink and orange
I never fit the label of a dreamer but
if I ever dare to dream again,
this would be my dream.
