The Power Of Dreaming Poem by DM W

I want to create wondrous worlds
That cannot be replicated by machines.
I'm keen to experience
Sun bursts of new madness.
I'm so bored of the plastic flowers
Protruding from blasé bouquets.
I'd like to embrace the elements
& bask in their molecular beauty.
I'm keen to describe the subtle
Textures of the seasons:
O how miraculous are the colours & shades of autumn!
I'd like to taste the violet fragrance of spring.
I await the smell of fresh summer rain;
That transfigures the grey, concrete streets of apathy.
I'm prone to ridiculing
The rampant neon & steel designs
Of the dreamless ones.
I'd like to hear the golden hymns of angels.
I want to compose a pure poem
That can redeem the ravaged night.
I'm keen to capture
The utter mystery of the moment;
Wrap it up like a birthday gift,
And cherish it like a long lost friend.