The Dream

I call two of my best chingus. We hang out, hang up clothes and hang on to the cups of ice cream in our hands. This moment is ordinary and yet so dream like. The slight chill from the ocean breeze feels cool against my skin. It makes me feel...alive. As we sit side by side, connected by our love of ice cream and life itself, we contemplate the adventures of yesterday, today and tomorrow "Where else in the world do you see this?" says Kiara. "Only in Asia" we say simultaneously. What a beautiful juxtaposition the city lights and the ocean make. I look around and I see the multicoloured lights of the magnificent Gwangan bridge dancing off the waves of the ocean. I take a bite of my decadent chocolate ice cream and take a deep breath. I am here...very few people can say what I'm about to say. I am living the dream.

Dream - Priscilla Ahn (Korean-American artist - how appropriate)

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.
I had a dream