Daydreams dance in gold marigold moods
poignant snippets, fluid monologue.
Quaint bluebell morning now alludes
to childhood fantasies draped in fog.
Beyond the window, those daytime chores call
there is always lots of things to do
But sweet the dreams into which I fall
when morning comes with her sky so blue.
To sit and dream yet a little while
following threads of those long lost dreams
All those old adventures make me smile
as I sit and dream under the sun’s beams.
Imagination now fills the day
making me wish I had more time to play.
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