Daydreams

I lie amidst a pride of dandelions. Odoriferous breaths overwhelm me. Above, a sea with white wispy phantoms Silently, adrift, like lost ships at sea. I close my eyes but still see everything. For what's perceived is also imagined. A subtle April breeze whispers... it’s spring. I smile with eyes still closed then I begin Soliloquy: I need no gallery Nor brush and palette to paint that which I see. All I have seen is stored in memory And abstract thought can launch this reverie. I lie still among these yellow flowers Lost in springtime daydreams by the hours.