Above the clouds, in windy skies,
we sleepy dreamers set our sights
way past the clouds, the northern lights ~
no doubt the Moon could hear our cries!
Our eyes met sights spectacular ~
illuminated tapestry ~
maids spinning wheels of poetry
spoke in a dream vernacular.
Each one of the angelic sounds
was lyrical and flowery.
Legends, magic, frivolity
with buoyant threads the music bound.
The Sun made ready to arise,
‘twas crystal clear the end was near.
Dream Master made one thing quite clear ~
Our minds would e’er visualize
the time we traveled with the King
of Dreams on such a lovely jaunt.
The sights of space our dreams would haunt
while sleeping in our beds that Spring,
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Author Notes
I used the envelope rhyme scheme, abba throughout the poem. Many thanks to helvi2 for the use of the art!
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