I Still Dream
When I dream, I shoot for the moon,
So that if I miss, I land amongst the stars.
I reach out, feeling the winds touch high upon mountain peaks
Air so thin in the heavens,
I can see my breath as I exhale.
The breaks behind me as I slowly step toward the summit,
Triple-layered to honor the god of ice,
Dodging snowballs down icy slopes,
With adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I still dream.
I dream of cool waters gliding gently around my skin,
Earth giving way below as the stream leads me to paradise.
I embrace the mist from the waterfall,
Cascading over smooth rocks beneath,
Concealed within the mountains.
I watch the droplets dance on the color spectrum,
Between violet and blue,
Basking in the breeze,
As it sends chills down my spine.
I still dream.
I dream of warm sunsets and evening strolls down the beach,
Sand crumbling beneath my toes as I flirt with destiny.
The current pulls me away from shore,
And I succumb to love,
Spending hours watching dolphins surf,
Flowing through barrels as waves crash at my feet.
How beautiful my dreams are—second to none.
I miss you, freedom.
I’ll see you again.
I still dream.
