Myriads of fantasies
always billow about in my brain,
as easily contained as dandelion fluff.
They promenade in by the score
vying for attention day and night,
brightly feathered and chirping,
heedless of my need
to deal with terra firma.
But if you were to ask,
not just about my imaginings,
but of desires and aspirations –
my children to know
happiness from knowing oneself,
my husband to feel
at ease in the comfort of our love,
my friends to have
peace of heart, mind and body,
a good cup of tea,
a story to tell,and to find people
who’d like to hear that story.
Song Choice: Give Me the Simple Life by Ella Fitzgerald
This poem was created from the prompt given over at A Dash of Sunny, Prompt Nights: Dreams