
I’m whispering with the wind
Secrets of untold imaginings
Of prayers unheard
Of silver rings
I’m dazed within, this mind of mine
But my fantasies are diamond mines
Sweet whispers help me write
I hear them in the wind
Of frog princes and fairy rings
I see such life in those little drops
Of rain water that fall from rooftops
I have a habit that is true
That my dreams will include you
You’re a knight upon a fiery steed
Doing good and knightly deeds
Or sometimes you’re a giant man
Dress for dining, so very grand
These things are precious to my soul
It makes me feel so very whole
I need my dreams wrapped in a box
But I like you to hear my vox
My many worlds aren’t secret
They are quite well known
But not to you or Joe blogs
Just the creatures that they home
I have been invited
To play with them quite free
In my lands of mysteries
Flows a golden stream
I would stay forever
In the shadows of my mind
But to leave you here without telling
It would be so unkind
So I come back to consciousness
The place of my birth
To see around me strangers
In my alien hearth
I don’t belong here truly
In my bubble I should stay
But even people of reality
Needs time to sit and play
So I come back to visit
Sharing with you my dreams
Telling you about the magic of a land of extremes
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