you may say i'm a dreamer....

but i'm not the only one.

when pure, wild, unadulterated fantasy 

tappity- tap-tapped upon your door this morning...

you let her in....right?

whewww.

what's that you say?

you spent the day

spinning laughter and raindrops 

into peony colored moss

which you dripped, like spun sugar

from the branches 

on the way into town

just because ...?

 i daresay,

 i like the way you think.

and then you ran barefoot to the pier

thrust your toes into the waiting surf

put sea shells in your hair

and watched for mermaids?

well?

ummm, that one....

indeed, 

she is a naughty thing.

lunch in the garden?

the wise old owls...

did they whisper their secrets?

did they tell you of courage and honor

and the secret ways to befriend dragons?

lazy circles in the sky?

yes,

grand ideas have a way of blooming

during flight....

and when she left...

....you remembered

what it feels like to dream?

then don't forget

cuz you're

xoxo~ m