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
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