I run through paths of rainbow, catching memories, resonant I spread the wings of my childhood and I fly, an endless flight of ice and drops of crystal water, and while the music sounds in echoes, I let myself go, carefree. I do not stop, my soul is set free in seas of music and dreams of eras, and the places I go so unknown, personal, imposing and overclothed in might, as I walk around, I encounter what I thought I already had, as I walk around I see you, with wings of forgetfulness and forgiveness, impeccable bathed in roses and jazmin, Wings spreaded, take flight, impose the sunset to stay still as we bathe in its light, sublime. poem written by jrqc --------------------------------------- ABOUT THE POEM: As I wrote those lines above, a sense of tranquility came over me while my mind flew away to places that somehow I sensed I have been to. It might sound weird, foolish and even crazy, although I am pretty sure someone out there shares the same view as me. The poem in itself refe