Dreams This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

January 21, 2013
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Fatigue, still as the summer sky,
Sends down a million tiny pearls
That sit on eyelids and make them droop

But thoughts so bright
So neon, purple, gold and silver
Dive deep into a pile of leaves
In the golden autumn sun
Then swim across silver seas to little islands
Where frizzy yellow sun heats sandy beaches
And they lie there in the sun
And eat tiny sandwiches
Soaking up the day and the light and Mother Nature's love
Then they fly on little fragile sparkly wings
Up to the sky
And through time
To a field where they run
And play and turn cartwheels under starry night skies
And throw a Frisbee through the air
Whoosh, whoosh
Then the shimmering thoughts climb up a snowy mountain peak
And reach the tippy top
And as they look out over the icy land they breathe in beautiful crystal air
and take a parachute
and slowly fall down to Earth
and then they slide into the chimney of a little house
and drift into a room that's painted blue
where there is a little bed
on which a pillow rests
and on that pillow is a head
and in that head the thoughts go to live

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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