Circus Welcome

Dreams are fantastic.

Dreams of whimsy,

once mine,

grown and evolved.

A dream now dreams

unprompted or derived

Was it ever just a dream

now that it’s alive?

From the aether

imaginings become truth,

and fact, with form.

A trailed path spread out,

ceaselessly increasing grandeur,

each length brilliant all the more.

Passing through space for motion’s sake.

Spending time for experience,

giving rise, and marked a precedent new.

The grandeur and luster,

thoughts like kites soar,

vision sharpened from conjures before.

Beauty from nothing stretched forward,

lighting the night without purpose.

For no reason.

Giving meaning;

to animals at circus’ floor.