i see the river
and the blue barns
in my childhood dreams,
in my childhood dreams
i see the summer,
pink dresses, and pools
in my childhood dreams,
in my childhood dreams
the family i never had,
i see them smiling
in my childhood dreams,
in my childhood dreams
the ribbons in my hair untie
and peacefully go with the wind,
a new pair of jeans
in my childhood dreams
as i look at the sky,
there’s my life passing by,
some hidden treasures in
the woods keep me awake,
fairies flying over my head in the cradle,
the reminiscence one can never take.
this is a place with no time,
it’s a distorted space —
i even see my blushy face,
so soon and all of a sudden
replaced by something else.
i was leaving fingerprints
against the water, and dragonflies,
green grass, mosquitos knew
that by the morning i won’t be able to hide the traces of sweet dew.
i was so scattered,
but somehow lived.
all covered up in fantasies,
painted in someone else’s love,
invincible like sunbeam or origami.
illuminated from my head to toes,
fresh air dripping in my lungs like honey.
slicing the piece of heaven
and drinking my tea with it.
in my childhood dreams
in my childhood dreams