Of Dreams and Flying Things

Into the mist I go

where flying horses roam

on stripes of silver rays in a moonlit sky,

and a band of butterflies play melodies

simply by flapping their wings.

Into the midst I go from nightfall to dawn,

savoring each minute I spend

in this land of dreams.

Laying my long johns on a grey weathered bridge

in this land of dreams,

I go for a midnight swim in a river of stars,

watch a parade of elephants dance

along a path leading to the boondocks,

sing with the frogs

while tapping my hips with an old fragile tambourine,

and journey on a hot air balloon to visit other worlds

full of wonder and merriment.

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Happy writing!,

Happy Reading!,

Isabel Amaya

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