Dreamers

Microscopic snapshots of

What might have been,

Could someday be.

Whimsy’s kite of fancy

Lightly fluttering on eagle wings,

Looking down as I look up

So desperate to keep control.

Time stands still as dreams unwind

To endless possibilities.

Let me follow where you lead.

Let me rise above the clouds

To go,

To seek beyond horizons

Past the stars and galaxies,

Passing gates and boundaries

To find Nirvana’s honey well.

Knowing that when I awake

It will be so…

It will be so.