Transatlantic

transatlantic through my heart
the skies moves, and open up
to a dream, that reoccurs, pulses through me
in my mind, i see the seasons bleed
and time, reconsider the world before me
through memory and rhyme
it is near, the spring and its time
as winter fades, the greens raise
their faces, from the death that remains
on the ground, from winter's bed, i rise
sleepily, weepy, lost in a dream
a thought, a recollection, now warmth seems
to bring me back to life, from a slumber, in coldness
woke anew, where i was born into, a world
where the yellows and browns, are still strewn, across the world
this world now, where i am found, through the flight in colors
through a flight in the sky, i can see
the colors too, awaken, from deep within side me
the breath, the rest, has given new life, to my body
and in my mind, i dance across these skies
back and forth, in folly, through memory, passing through the whites and blues
a sky alive, in the thought, that this day, can share
its warmth with me