I’ve always dreamed
of living away
from every person and everything.
When I was younger,
I would lie in bed and wish
I could live
in the tree outside my window.
I told myself
I’d have glass walls and a rope ladder.
I could imagine myself
watching rain patter against the glass
and watching lighting
tear across the sky.
Oh, what a thrill that would be.
The older I’ve become,
the more I’ve wanted that.
The tree is long since gone,
but the dream isn’t.
I paint my dreams on a canvas,
Hoping
to never forget
all the wishes that filled my mind.
Hoping,
that someday,
I’ll be able to sit there
under the crying sky,
and feel at peace
because
it’s where I belong.
I dream of being at home
simply under that sky.
I dream of living where I wish,
my mind enlarged by the beauty of it all
and the silence
of the mountain tops.