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

and that Blue.