A Tide of Wishful Waters

My imagination is a tide of wishful waters, A chilled ocean breeze fills the world and the words that soar overhead, I leave behind all reality, I break a thread, And no longer am I being held in the palm of the universe, but I hold my universe in my pocket, and whisper words of new meaning, only then can you read the sky like a book, because only then is the sky possible to touch, and flip the pages of thought, A feeling that takes my being, and turns me into a bird, flying overhead like the words that fill with ocean breeze, And I sail upon my tide of wishful waters