The rain wets my best clothes.

I dream of the infinite.

Tarmac.

Cream on top of the coffee.

A cloud in the warm wind.

The rain stops.

Let's swim in this fantastic dream because it makes me so happy to see the people smile when i use my charm,

I didn't feel.

There was a storm, i was shocked,

My idea of your form consciously manifested itself.

The joy sprouted forth.

I was rescued.

Given liberty.

Vincent Silvertop

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liberty-14/