Fantasy. Poem by Clare Murgor

But, nobody knows about us...
We can rewrite the stars to our constellation
Maybe add paint to the moon, ?
Make it brighter?
The sun, make a face off it?
Have the clouds move in different colors
And have the sky as our resting place
We just don't know where to go
Would be great to feel the magic of words
To hear the voice in them and what it speaks
We just have not the same
Wonderful being full of fantasies
In a world of no rules and policies
In beautiful wild dreams
Don't, don't pull me out of this
To where it's dark and desolate
Give me life to live instead...