Reverie

I swivel, I gush, I rush, never easel

As I take twists and turns

I spiral, I merrily laugh as I dwindle

To the ocean where surf churns

I befriend the ferns, I caress the silt

I am free and a master of will

I can tumble and whirlpool and tilt

I am free and a master of will

Now, I am the wind and I sway in air

I play music through the trees that rustle

I run through the grass, at times I blare

I play with the kites that are in a bustle

I waltz like a breeze with the damsel’s locks

Stretching her lips as she savours

My cool, my sound, and my whiff, my mock

As The pansies in the garden become my players

I am back from my dreams, I have touched veracity

I am just a girl and I am bound

My movements are restricted, have lost all audacity

I am just a girl and I am bound