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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