Sometimes
I dream of an evening
In a messy bed with pencils
That
Colors my whole world in a single page
I dream of an afternoon
Under a setting sun
Some laughing faces in the golden hour
A heart beating faster but full inside
I dream of a noon
A ringing bell, a chaotic corridor
Some boxes of food, sharing the world
And stories woven in the white snow hanging in the sky
I dream of a morning
Grey days passing the window
Trees moving behind
Some crinkled hands tossing me in the sky
Oh! To be bird and fly
I dream of a solitude
Where everything feels light
Like being carried from sofa to bed
Tucked in a blanket of love.
