DREAMS

Flying and floating

Though the air

Spinning, twirling

Wind fingering her hair

Around the mountain
Rainbow with colors
Oranges and reds
Greens, and yellows
On she flew
Into the canyon
Her laughs of joy
Echoing, so fun!
Over the quiet creek
She glided
The water whispering
Thing confided
Flying with
No destination
Floating over
Every nation
Suddenly she stopped
And awoke
And resized
It was all a bad joke
Lying on her bed
So soft
Fan blowing cool air
All was not.
It had been
A most wonderful dream
Imagining things
That she’d not seen
But one day
She hoped she might
Go back to that dream
Into the suns warm light