A Wealth of Dreams

I put together castles, wangle bridges, reach to touch the stars

I knit dreams, spin vivid webs of patterns, movement and colours

My mind bends my universe into how I recognize it

Skies and earth are a step apart

Adversaries and friends can blur at the stroke of a trance

The only true place I can fathom chaste bliss

My thoughts, words and acts constantly understood

I soar, I drift,

I feel perfect

The bubble bursts when sleep ends

And my perfect world is gone

Sobering me into this sad bad world

But I have my treasure dream chest

I open and enjoy the spoils

Each time I yield to mortal exhaustion

Perpetually grateful for this wealth of imagining.