What is normal for me may be a fantasy for you

I create heavens in my head and dwell there with you

Maybe you have never felt once what runs in my mind

One needs to be very imaginative to live with my kind

I catch the slightest energy and hundreds of emotions in a day

In the darkest hours, I can still hit upon a hopeful ray

I hear whispers of the wind, talking of the clouds

The setting sun kisses me whilst the jealous moon makes me proud

Maybe I am one out of the box for you

But what if I think myself far superior to you...


© Shaesta