Someday, I will leave the South,
the boondocks where I have lived all my life,
and move up to Cleveland, Ohio,
the home of the Cleveland’s and start a new adventure,
walking down the deep shade of the polished cityscape,
channeling captivating scenery into poetic words,
filled with perfect photographic depictions,
as fluttering fireflies light up the nighttime sky,
twirling through the spectacular streets of glorious fancies,
lost in the moonlit glow, watercolors painting the background
a dazzling array of colors oozing onto the surface of my soul.
I’ll fall in love with this majestic mountain of dreams,
leaving the past behind to step foot on the many attractive sites of Ohio, escaping into a new dimension filled with wonder and nightlife extravagance, drumbeating vibrating through the vivacious streets, trombones sounding off down the jazzy landscape,
pianos playing hypnotizing melodies all down the rocking roads,
as large crowds of partygoers came marching
onto the scene, groove boogying, heads spinning,
feet stomping to the funky sounds of bopping beats,
street lamps dancing in the cool breeze,
while sparks of fireworks line the shimmering skyline,
igniting flames of flashing lights inside the windows to my soul,
my eyes falling deeper and deeper beyond this canvas
of exploding discoveries, dancing through the summer streets of love, like two birds whistling sweet enchanting harmonies
to one another on a sandy beach. I was connected to this detailed
landscape bursting with extreme excitement,
standing on the edge of the sidewalk,
breathing in the sweet salvation filling the air,
watching the vivid view melt into my mouth,
like milky ice-cold cream touching the tip of my tongue,
as I look up at the constellation of stars in sync with my destiny.