I never thought dreamers could fly, Seeping through winds, kissing the sky. Dressing their bodies with tulles of white silk, Impersonating clouds in their suits of bone milk.
I never thought dreamers could fly. I always believed they were a part of the sky. Not seeping through, but one with the wind, A cosmos in their smiles, stars breeding in their mind.
What are they? These dreamers beside me? The dreamer in me?