Visions of skylines
and green crystal seas,
like vast forests of pine,
eyes that open just for me.
The seductive nature of running free,
just a step out of time,
out of sync with reality,
Feels like flying.
Open my eyes.
I want to see.
Visions of sunsets,
tantalising tangerine dreams.
Those majestic skies,
peaceful and serene.
Let my mind take flight,
over slate grey steeples,
twilight delights,
away from the masses of people.
Towards mystic fantasies,
phantasia by the sea.
I imagine mystery.
I only want to be free.
Visions of windswept dunes,
for just a second
the sands look just like you.
Water ripples over the sand
like hands teasing delicate skin.
Caressing uncared for lands,
as the sun slides into the dark reaches
of the water beside these calming beaches.
I want to walk through
those sandstorm kisses
before the wind blows them away
and they become
Just one of many near misses.
Visions of dancing trees
resemble the way
your dress sways
when you move across the floor.
I want to let my world
open up to more.
I want my mind
to unlock its door
and let me explore.
Visions of north, south, west or east,
wherever these beastly wings may please.
I want to see visions of skylines
etched onto my eyes.
The twinkle of lights
spelling out exciting lives.
I want the roads,
I want the skies.
I'll take the lows
along with the highs.
Thanks for reading
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