'Tis a Wish of Mine.

Upon dancing stars I sit, but yet wander,
The mind escapes from heavy sight, 
Breeze, a violin symphony across the skin, 
Clouds dressed in moonlight, as I ponder. 

Silence, a veil to unburden a gentle ache, 
Tranquility bestowed a utopian soul, 
Stillness of the night, willing me to dream, 
Ink ridden sky, mirrors a different face. 

Future, like a bullet through society, 
Air, perfumed with a dusting of rain, 
Breath in front of me, echoing fear, 
As droplets appear, I sense self purity. 

I'm changing, a fading silhouette of night, 
A bruised, drenched light forming hope, 
A story? 
A wish? 
A romantic love of life? 
Shadows wade, as my heart takes flight. 

To be happy, 
To be me, 
As I gaze through liquid sky, 
'Tis only but a dream? 
'Tis just a Wish of Mine...