Dreams Poem by reina Lorenzo

Under the sun, I played with my mind
How to be where I haven’t been
To make connection and how to be kind
To catch all my dreams flying that I haven’t touch.

Soaked up to the sun
My eyes are burning
My dreams don’t know where to land
I spread my arms
I feel my blood is running.

My dreams, my dreams, what took you so long
Aren’t you fit for me?
Tell me, where am I really belong?
Cuz I’m tired, dreamin’.

Well, it’s funny to be here
But it’s not funny that I’m empty
I’m the oldest dreamer, still have nothing
Still have no wings to swim the wind
And still a little…

9/04/02

© Reina h. Lorenzo