Sleigh Rides In Seasons Poem by Amy May

Lost inside a swirling eternity
Broken only by nature's sounds
Milky ways melt and twist
Dividing our time our lives
Into the mind of a sleeping body
Drifts endlessly thoughts and dreams
The woolly clouds comfort reality
And all we see and hear merges
A smoking breadstick invokes
Memories of another time this time
Found somewhere between here and a magical spacecraft
The galaxy the future and the shooting stars are ours