Daydreams and Nocturnes

Daydreams (where I feel blades

of grass, taste each grain

of sugar as it melts, blaze

from the heat of sparks

bursting from constellations

made from all the aspirations 

and imaginings too big

for small worlds)

and nocturnes (with the hungry lilt

of an unfinished love song

I can't help but sing along to,

that makes goosebumps dance

with delight, as a cool rush of air

kisses my skin and teases

with the hint of places

not yet discovered) –

these twine around my atoms

like jasmine on a trellis,

releasing its bewitching fragrance

on hot summer nights,

if you care to stay up

and witness it.

Song Choice: Pocket Full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield and As the World Falls Down by David Bowie

This poem was inspired by the prompt given at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: I Am Made Of  where Magaly asks us to contemplate what we are made of.