The music flows on, spinning
slowly in an endless circle
of painted time. Listen
to the colors—can you
feel them dancing in
the depths of your soul?
The beat streams on through
a forest of sewn words that
grow from the nourishment
of creativity. I dance, dance,
dance through the colors,
sew words with my mind,
and eventually collapse in a
field of playful imagination.
Lilac clouds sing to me
little lullabies since forgotten,
and fairy petals dance
with the courting gold winds.
I hear, I see, I feel a mix
of so many things.
Fantasies come alive at a
single thought, and cares pass me
by like a dandelion sprite
running free to home.
These are the things that
make up my beautiful little dreamworld—
please don't take them from me
like you have everything else.