Imagination
There is a magic place not far away
where flying dreams take off - they rise to soar
above the tree line where the eagles play
and teach their offspring what their wings are for.
There is a roaring fire within your eyes
that warms the soul with creativity.
Drink deeply of those sights that mesmerize,
and paint impressions of each memory.
There is a firmament within your heart
of stars as yet unnamed. They shine their light
upon each path your future holds. So start
by seeking out those stars when comes the night.
Dear child, imagination is your flight -
with dreams your wings, and stars your guiding light.
written 29 July 2021
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