Tickling Heart Poem by Didith Marcelo

Rolling pebbles,
Pieces drifted by the air.
A wavy waters,
And The torrents.
Breeze, so smooth and cool,
Having late at night,
A stunning light that shines.
Gazing the rays of moonlit sparks.
Fall on imagination,
Carried by surprise,
The air liftep me up,
High at the stars above,
I touch the windy cloudy high,
I smell a sweet rose and lime,
I tend to jump, but...
I saw a hand trying to reach me up.
And I heard a song,
Voices of many,
Smooth as lullaby.
The air invites me to sleep,
And so I close my eyes,
Still I can see myself just flying
Soaring.
I can not define the feelings,
Nor the depths of the heights,
By flying and fly by...
My smile doesn't stop.
There's Tickling inside of my heart.
And so I woke up,
A morning light,
Its a dream, realized I dream
A beautiful dream.