I was born into a life of a dreamer,
in a windy realm of spirit unknown,
a melting bottle of a mind blown,
carried away in careless demeanor.
I was born with everything I need,
my heart falls gently as the snow,
so bright and airy, I come and go,
each thought a gust of breezy seed.
I grew up unmoved by transient reality,
without purpose, I passed away my day,
living by their rules, doing as they say,
flying high above the clouds of duality.
I grew up, by worldly view a vagabond,
never fixed on any given point of light,
seeing divine reflections in all my sight,
a soul enriched without itch to abscond.
I have grown as old as this wooden pier,
chipped and faded by weather’s bitter scorn,
the young look at me weathered and worn,
but behold I am born a dreamer so dear,
I have grown close to my heart and soul,
Time is for the aging, I never grow old,
These final days, as my bones feel cold,
A blanket of love all around to feel whole,
Cause I’m a dreamer, in a world of my own,
shifting the sands of the earthly mundane,
until my final departure into another plane,
I wander this world, but I’m always at home.
~ jeffrey vionito