Warm Imagination

It is when I lay in bed that I remember;

Feelings of nostalgia,

The sheltered world of a lucky kid;

Warm and safe inside those arms

Brave and grand on those shoulders high

Weak and late through my bicycle ride

Cold and deep inside my pool

Big and small with those I walked

Fast and light on that swinging line

I could feel a thousand lives,

a cat, an elephant and a monkey I’d be

A sloth, a fish, and also an ant

I’d be a bird soaring the sky and myself down on the ground

Whole and with the combination of them all

If I could only go back to a world with endless possibilities...