Yearning for myself

I dream

in the Springtime

rocking in evening’s arms

playing barefoot

through large puddles

blowing on dandelion stems

the bumble bee bound

with a silk thread

an imaginary dragon

hopscotch in the dust

bathing in the creek

they are far away

I live

as if I’m not

my heart is rowing

exhausted by dreams

under the canopy of time

I sift memories

shadows pass

out of me

I am yearning