Ah, so sweet and pure. I dream of the making of rainbows and where stars go.
I dream of how seashells find their way,
I dream of the making of the day. I dream of the dragon's heads that I always
see when I look upon an orchid. I dream beneath a misty window then peer
out into the dusty rain. I dream of finding romance, and of those stories which I read
and which I watch. I dream of gentle breezes and of ink in typewriters, and
when color bursts into existence in the deep blue sky. I dream when the sun
isn't at it's peak, so I dream the sun has a goal to which it needs to meet. Because humans
are not the only ones who have purpose, for I dream of that too.
I dream of stardust and what it might do if I sprinkle it onto your brunette head, and if
butterflies ever wonder -- like I do -- if the flowers are placed there especially for them. I dream
of the vain hummingbird and how we are alike. I dream of being something more,
I dream of living in an adventure that I can retell my grandchildren,
and not be the uninteresting, dull little girl who did nothing in her life. Who barely made
anyone smile because she tried so hard to. I dream of soaring
into the clouds, bottling some of it in a little jar, then bringing it back down
and keeping it close to my heart forever. For clouds are high in the sky,
and I will never be up there with them...so the bottled clouds will be a little bit of dreaming.
-all credit goes to my amazing friend, Amelia. she's crazy wonderful yo!