Daydream Collector

June 9, 2009
By Edward Brann BRONZE, San Diego, California
Edward Brann BRONZE, San Diego, California
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Upon a grassy knoll I lie

Bright white balls like bubbles high

Swoop down and round in a playful sky

Within their cradle, rise up and fly.

Relinquish what I've held so close

Trace back the steps upon this road

Back through the forest, to my abode
A magical place so long unknown.

See through eyes old with despair

Trees rome and move and gawk and stare

They lack the wear but keep the flare
As age dissolves, the soul ensnared.

A world free from urbane strife

Allows the soul to muster might

Power radiates so bright

Brought to their knees, a king tonight.

A kingdom free to rule and stay

‘til life draws back and takes away

this free- a mindful bliss I here portray

Imagination’s Sway.

Back to the days when I would lie

So small, alone, yet soaring high

When I looked up to the sky

Closed my eyes, awake, then fly.

The author's comments:
Maybe no one's to old to immerse in past childhood fantasies..

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