OverTheRainbow

For a long time 

I'd have vivid dreams,  

bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss 

of being wherever 

and the closest return  

to the mind of a child 

Tell me we'll be ten forever 

and I'll ride my scooter to your house 

every day, and never learn 

not to trip over the crack on your driveway. 

The first bite of watermelon 

brings back the crash of the tides 

waves of sweet, cold sea foam 

spraying onto gleaming skin 

i, like many poets, have wondered a million times what it would be like to be a bird: soaring high above the trees, unburdened by life's banal worries. something primal and free. 

Norman walked briskly through the terminal, gripping his briefcase with white knuckles. The importance of oneself, Norman thought, was defined by the limitations of one’s vision of themselves.

the sound of laughter through sun-spotted trees,

i dreamed last night we were fae frolicking 

in rings of toadstools, in and out of trees.

fireworks went off in my head as