Little feet, pidder pattering endlessly.
Silently. Laughing, giggling. An unrealistic scene playing.
These dreams echo over emerald skies,
To soar and fly through days of endless sunshine.
Cloudless with the promise of pending rain from the inside.

Little daydreams, never before seen outside of me,
because these have never seen the light of day,
without my imagining the potential in each.
All the might have beens’ and the maybe’s,
borrowing time each in turn from me.

Coasting and costing me each of these, one by one their phantoms fading.
In to might have been. Now I am what I am, a river running through everything.
A part and apart from everything that passes through me, ever just passing through.
A wandering star what a wonder… To be filled with such desire to love.
and then irony, only meeting vessels who just want a little bit.
It saddens, but won’t define me.

I lift my glass and toast my mugs to those who’ve been baren with me.
Time to walk into more fruitful seasons, I’ve earned this seasoning.
Refinement stripped me of everything,
now to add flavors of eternity one by one.