On a Passing Cloud There Floats a Dream

Do you ever lie down in grass and gaze, pretend no duties call and let mind float, play which knight wins the furious battle somewhere in the wisps above daylong haze? A lizard morphs into war time schooner. Raise those sails! Ready the scope! Man the wheel! Take a journey crossing perilous seas-- with dragons rising from deep and horror creatures lurch from Sargasso and bare teeth. It fades before the appearance of Fido. Floppy ears turn pointy mouse or scholar. Few adventures require battles that seeth. Mind or heat can equally turn so tragic or fun filled when elves spiral down slides or angels hop cloud to cloud, bring fire to sky ablaze with pink, gold, pelagic and hope rests in rising billow's spark lightning, rainfall, nourish of tomorrow. Dream is a need we must cause to flower-- decorate minds and our chummy wood ark. So tell me truly, tell well what anew beams think hearty, think faulty but do reveal do you ever lie down in grass, gaze, for on a passing cloud there floats brave new dreams. 9/12/2018