.
Galaxies aren't all that far...
A sleep, a dream, a travel...
You're there.
You and I will travel to a
Distant star...one with
Planets.
We'll pick a planet alive
With Unicorns, Griffins,
Dragons...you, my Knight.
I, your Lady.
Water Nymphs, Satyrs will
show us the way to
Golden Elves and Muses.
We'll dance with them...
All in a shining circle...
Sparkling silver.
Maybe, just maybe, we'll
Find a bespectacled, old
Sorcerer who'll teach us
To fly. And spell-make trees
As tall as clouds...clouds as
Beautiful as rainbows...
Never to rain, never black
With thunder, lightning...
Then he'll show us
Purple-gold waters with
Garnet beds. And then...
He'll give us the power to
Come back to Earth.
If...if we really...really
Want
To go.
Beautiful dream. Your imagination was on fire when you wrote this.
Now I've got a bone to pick with you. What's wrong with thunderclouds and lightning? (From a safe distance, of course.) Danny; ¬)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your centaur is waiting........