Whispers on the Wind, Dreams in White Array

Adrift on azure seas, where sunlight softly spills, Feathery clouds, like galleons, climb imagination's hills. Sails of purest white, billowing in the breeze, They carry hidden treasures, secrets whispered through the trees. No anchor holds them fast, these vessels of the sky, They drift on currents unseen, where whispered fancies lie. Shapes that shift and morph, with every passing gust, A canvas ever-changing, where dreams are born of dust. Each billow, a soft promise, a story yet untold, Of battles fought with dragons, and castles made of gold. Unicorns may prance, on cotton candy plains, While mermaids sing their siren songs, in whispered, silver rains. The unconscious mind, a boundless, boundless sea, Reflects in fleeting forms, for all the world to see. So gaze upon the clouds, and let your spirit soar, Unfurl the sails of fancy, and reach that distant shore. March 20, 2024