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 sleeping 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 spectacular and unique.
(Blank Verse)
4/28/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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