Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Time of Traveling

I'm the air,

I'm swift and gently come to the surrounding.

I sneak in-between  people,

And disappear before they can blink.

I over hear conversations,

I whisper in the ears of my friends.

My mind travels to faraway places.

To the worlds known and unknown,

Like presents for your birthday,

Or stars that can't be located.

My mind weaves,

To and fore,

Hidden in the tall grass that shield me,

As my smile appears,

And turning the green sea,

To a dark blue ocean.

Its always changing,

Always in motion,

But still,

I get my chance,

To close my eyes,

And breathe.