Magnificent silver space suit please; as I journey to a cosmic galaxy full of extraordinary things,
Floating endlessly in a kaleidoscopic machine; the void of space is insignificant when light beams,
A field of planets to watch as the spaceship glides into an atmosphere fit for human beings; a glimpse of a world so magical like being born again but is it a dream,
I see oceans of colours of that I have never ever seen; pink gargantuan dolphins jumping ten feet out of a purple wavy sea,
A land of such diversity and fruit on every single tree; green jelly tasty and strawberry creams,
Animals who speak English and say good morning and thank you and beg your pardon if you please; all different shapes and sizes and colours it seems,
I find opals and diamonds and rubies in magnificent tall orange and yellow rock faces as high as the eye can see; but I have no one to share all this with and I remember and wake from my dream,
Eight fifteen in the morning and the alarm that Satan made rings and rings and rings; next time I go back there I will take a girl and we can go skinny dipping with the gargantuan pink dolphins and after we can talk politics to the bright blue owl that sits in the green jelly trees.
I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
There are many dreams kept in my heart, dreams that sway my soul; dreams of great fire burning, simmering ‘but no one stops to warm themselves long enough, strangers only see a wisp of smoke. I can almost unveil to
I slumber into a Magical Dreams A castle appears from five magical beans A kingdom up in the air I mount a flying horse That takes me their Giants are counting golden eggs Rocking themselves in musical chairs I own
A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail
When the night was full of terrors, As a child what you had encountered in your sleep with the demons or devils, Or the beautifully adorned prince or princesses, The superheroes and the fantasies and yet some more- “Dreams” ,