Stories That Never Get Told

Find Myself

I dream of the sky,

With all its brilliant colours

And beautiful blue hues,

But it will never be a home.

It does not welcome me,

And hold me tight.

I chase the sun

Hoping to one day bask in its light,

But it always manages to stay one step ahead.

I chase the sun for its warmth,

Yet I always seem to end up burned.

I caress the earth

And listen to its sweet song in early spring.

I feel the grass between my fingers.

I taste the wild honeysuckle it offers to me,

But not even the earth,

With all its beauty and love,

Could ever keep me grounded.

I gaze at the stars,

And pretend that perhaps one day,

Just maybe,

I will be able to reach out and take them.

I pretend that they are shining just for me,

And are giving the me the signs pointing to where I belong.

I am a child of the stars,

A dreamer of the skies,

And a chaser of the sun when it rise.

I am a lover to the earth,

And one day I will find myself again.