They told me to dream,
but they didn't tell me how much.
So I dreamed of sky all the time.
The blue sometimes mixed with black.
I gave it different purposes-
When I was a kid I wanted to be a star in that sky.
And I thought I could catch all the kites and hang them in each star.
Where i dreamed of waving at my friends on earth,
Of throwing star shaped candies to them,
To see them happily smiling at me..!!
In my teenage, I made the whole sky a paper
Where I imagined myself a writer.
Late nights of looking through the open window,
I wrote poems with stars.
I wrote of endless things, messages and letters
to my late grandfather,
because somebody once told me that
those who die will reappear in the sky.
Later i made the sky my canvas
and so blue became my favorite color.
i dreamed more, of rain.
I dreamed of wind and waves.
I mixed colors in rain
and when the wind blew my hair,
it touched the sky.
Where I painted of pretty things i fell for,
the emotions I went through
and many other things which made up my soul.
When I grew, sky reminded me of myself.
Thunder, storm, breeze, rain.
They showed me that she has feelings.
Sometimes she cried like a child, sometimes like a lover,
screamed and then laughed.
She hid a storm inside her calm,
and light in her sadness.
There I fell in love with her.
With the wild soul of sky
