My dreams run vivid as day,
Across the fields over the weeping mountains.
My thoughts run lucid as night,
Across the rivers into the laughing oceans.
Running free in confined spaces,
Leaving me bewildered,
Eyes half open peeking through curtains,
Made of translucent rainbow.
Laying in bed all mum,
Like a reluctant nap on a boring summer afternoon.
Like setting sun on a sunday evening.
Like dying sparks of a bonfire.
A whole year like this,
Till I see the light,
And follow it back home.