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.
