Chimere

Adrift upon the tides of dreaming. You take me from stagnant ponds and the horizon glows a mischievous grin. Once more, there really is a place right now beyond these prosaic walls and jaundiced scenes.

The moon our chandelier, the ocean our silken sheet, I will drink with you of the rarest of ambrosia. The waves will cradle our dreams and the stars will play music for our souls;- a silver flow of infinite effulgence.

The world is a big, sparkly bauble;- faceted, alive, awaiting every grounded moth upon it to follow their light-lust; the dream as moon, leading me through these sometimes sparkling gutters to the land beyond beyond...