I don’t have wings but I pretend to fly and you agree
you agree to my flying high and my pretensions
we turn many pages at a time and arrive
arrive where many had arrived afore yet unattained
I take turns on straight roads and you agree
you agree to my stopping nowhere and my silence
together speechless we knit stories never meant to be told
tales of arriving, walking and separating one by one
I keep a dried flower tucked in my drawer and you agree
you agree to my not letting go it’s fragrance forever
the bunch from which I picked this has thrown colours around
colours that never change lest sunshine forgets to bathe my days
I dream impossible and I pretend to live by
you agree to my dreams and you raise the bar
together we climb fences and falter at every step
to arrive at the land of myriad hallucinating possibilities…
