Dandelion Dreams
I'm dreaming dandelion dreams,
afloat on a sea of yellow.
And I feel buoyant as a cloud,
drifting on the fringes of sleep.
Sol rises, his gold chariot
igniting the horizon's edge.
And slowly ascends, vanquishing
the last vestiges of the night.
Dawn's first glimmer of golden light
dissolves ebony silhouettes.
And arouses sleepy shadows,
yawning and stretching into shape.
Blue tints, ink, an absorbent sky,
dappled with white cottony clouds.
And Starlings squabble in the trees;
as foxes forage far below.
Sunrise heralds the birth of day;
with a symphony of color.
And like every true masterpiece,
it's spectacularly unique.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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