moonbeams

carousel spinning by anelephantcant

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moonbeams

I think of the pictures that dance in my head
I guess I am speaking of dreams
they visit in the hours I’m asleep in my bed
and I know they are flakes of moonbeams

sometimes I awaken and ask them to speak
they hide shyly in the corners of the night
I imagine with a smile that they play hide and seek
staying forever just out of my sight

they tantalise me though they are not quite real
they slide behind or just under the dark
tormenting my vision until I start to feel
I see the shadow of a day in the park

I visit grey places where I am but a transient
streets I walked in my youth with old friends
my footsteps as soft as a butterfly’s intent
till the chill fog once more gently descends

I fancy a carousel spinning high in the sky
and wonderful places unknown
the clouds and the crowds serenely float by
and as always I am left all alone

I recall those life-changing all night conversations
but great wisdom remains sadly unsaid
I glimpse the rising sun’s pink dawn sensations
as I ephemerally walk by the Med

for that fraction of all time I am happy as a child
my toes feel sand and the kiss of the sea
my heart and my soul are carefree running wild
I dream of you and how things used to be