You choose

Would it not be nice, 
if somewhere between,
plugging in your phone,
and turning off the light,
you were able to choose
your dream tonight.

Where would you go and
who would you be,
if upon closing your eyes
you would become,
the king or queen
of fantasy’s kingdom.

Within this delusion, 
which you control,
the sky is the limit,
and you brush the paint,
onto the darkness appears,
the picture you hallucinate.

Out in the green pasture,
along a babbling brook,
under the shade of a tree
a picnic blanket spread,
and upon that quilt,
my love laid and read.

A large grey hound
slept at her feet,
while birds in the branches,
sang a afternoon song,
next to the brook,
where leaves float along.

So this is my choice
as I turn off the light,
if I were able to choose
my dream tonight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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