Daydreaming

On my own leisure,

At times, I tend to have my head in the clouds 

With no intention of coming down

My sweet soul dreams of nothing but the

sempiternal of serenity.

I’m a demure sleep walker, oblivious while tip

toeing

I create vivid images, from my thoughts that 

are endless and diligent 

Been this way since I was 7, I used to daydream 

and wonder was the clouds I slept on in heaven?

Was the sky the reflection of the ocean and was

I swimming in mid- air taking me elsewhere?

Self-deception or just my own perception 

My personal projector of my dreams with the 

reflection of my emotions and expressions 

Showing me dimensions of my old depressions 

and simple learned lessons 

I’m love healing, I’m still breathing 

Daydreaming