Poem: Dreams awake

in the back seat of our parents car

we made up dreams as kids

roll down your windows

see the land fall beneath you

as if on a feather you ride

hundreds of colourful balloons

each carrying a piece of your innocent wishes

taking you on this rollercoaster ride

do you remember how things felt

seeing them for the very first time?

and how parents kept

the lastness of things a secret

had to learn on our own

with each passing place

we found ourselves at another crossroad

before too long it's you who takes the wheel

a lone rider with anywhere to go

chasing god where starlight kisses the sky

where sunlight touches the horizon

only the shadow of a tree marks the passing of time

balloons burst, one by one

those innocent wishes making you smile as they rain

when you find yourself at the crossroads in the night

you realize as long as you keep dreams awake

you won’t fall down

with keeping your promises you make your turn

doesn’t seem like the first or the last time

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This was written as a prompt by the mag: link. 

I usually give up quickly on prompts, but this one kept going...