The warm winds whisper a word to me,
A word I can almost touch,
Almost taste.
The word is full of promise,
Of nights and days,
Sunshine and moonlight,
Of the time I wish for on every star.

So close, yet so far
What I have been dreaming of
Each and every night.
I am pulled towards it
As if a rope is tied to me,
And is being yanked by what I yearn for.

The minutes slip by,
Drawing me closer.
The thick, cold air softens,
And so do I.
School bells ring,
Proclaiming freedom.

Before I know it,
The time is upon me.
There is no longer a struggle to keep warm,
But the struggle to escape it.
Sitting down on the dark car seats
Is like diving into a burning inferno.
The distance to the beach seems lessened,
And the ocean waves are rolling into my head.

The time has come.
The whispers are no longer faint,
They are roaring screams
Of pure happiness.
Weight is lifted from my shoulders,
And what’s left is joy.
There is no longer hopes and dreams,
Just reality,
And being.