I dream

I have dreams for us. I dream of happiness and success. I dream of the very same for you. I dream of waking up to you in the morning. I dream of whispering good night to you in the indigo night. I dream of walking down the street to my own song. I dream of art galleries and graffiti on subway trains. I dream of operas and underground joints. I dream paradoxical dreams. I dream of everything and nothing. I dream of villas near the ocean with dark blue pools to quench my skin. I dream of microscopic huts in villages with no name. I dream of sophistication and simplicity. I dream of riches and modesty. I dream of luxury cars and bicycles. I dream, I dream, I dream. I dream of ambitious people making a difference. I dream of helpless people waiting for me to make a difference. I dream of me standing on the edge of space and time, like looking 1oo feet down into the crystal clear deep blue before I jump. I dream of jumping. I dream of the water hitting me like one thousand pins, simply to feel alive. I dream of floating in the blue, letting its tug and currents drift me away to somewhere I have not seen or imagined. I dream of it leading me to you.