i want mornings
bathed in the warmness of a newborn sun.
i want daylight washing my bare legs
i want to be forever a laughing child.
i want to have the innocence to think
that it’s possible to fly away
just by stretching one’s arms.
i want afternoons
full of laughter echoing in the back of my throat
i want summer breeze shaping the curves of my body.
i want to have the confidence to believe
that i am all i need
and that it’s possible to fly away
just by wishing it.
i want evenings
cold enough to have a reason to call you.
i want coloured grass tangling between my toes
as the sun dies.
i want not to get sentimental.
i want nights
warm enough not to need you.
i want to lie on the coldness of the green ground.
i want the shadows of the trees to paint my body
like moving ghosts dancing over my skin.
i want to have enough happiness
to ask myself
why would I ever want
to fly away.
