Daydream Poem by Jennifer Reynolds

I feel the soft graze of the wind kissing my hair, caressing my neck,
I feel the warmth of a beautiful day, of the sunlight against my skin.
The blue birds are singing,
And their melody warms my heart.

The sun dances at my fingertips,
its silken touch spreading from my outstretched arms to my chest,
Filling the holes in my heart with a golden luminescence
I feel the sunlight dance on my eyelids

The blue birds beg me to sing with them, and so I do
Our notes intertwining like aging vines on a tree
The swaying breeze has me dancing
Singing

The sun begs me to dance, and so I do
I feel the heat burning my chest, my heart
I feel the sunlight sting against my eyelids
Suddenly, suddenly, I can no longer dance, sing

My eyes open, my consciousness yanked from a dream
I feel the heat on my skin, too harsh
The fire of a self-destructing world raging around me
Burning everything in its unforgiving path

The blue birds are dying
Their melody nothing but a weak cry
Their eyes singed by the hand of an ignorant world
A world on fire

I feel the fire at my fingertips
I feel the fire crawl up my arm
I feel the fire creep down my chest
I feel the fire sink into my heart

The world is burning around me
I feel my heavy eyelids weighing against my brow
The lull of heavy slumber pulls me into its wallows
My eyes close

I dream of blue skies
I dream of everlasting sunlight
Of harmonizing blue birds
Of a soft summer breeze

I sink into a deep slumber,
Everlasting
Content.
I feel the sunlight dance on my eyelids