In my mind.

My heart dreams bigger dreams than myself.
It sees the trees and says, "I am Tree."
It sees the mountains and says, "I am Mountain."
It sees the sky and says, "I am Sky."

"No," I tell my dreams. "You are mist."
"No," I tell my dreams. "You are air."
"No," I tell my dreams. "You are a thought."

"Then I surround the trees." My dreams persist.
"Then the oceans are my mother, the skies my friend and I fly higher than the mountains."

"No," I tell my dreams. "You are just imagination."

"Then I am Ideal. Then I am Desire. Then I am Hope

"No," I tell my dreams. "You're not."

"Yes. I am."