Scattered dreams flutter through my head
Wishes spent on the light of evening stars.
Pennies dropped down wishing wells
Echoing on forever in the silence
Of my brain. Hope pushing through
The darkness that encompasses my soul.
Sunlight dances golden across my brow
Warming my face and drawing me out
To play in the sweet scents of spring.
Soft breezes blowing through my hair
Grass dances with the flowers at my
Feet. Carrying me across the hills
Chasing the clouds. Sleeping under
The weeping willow tree. Making new
Wishes on evening stars, dreaming
Away the moonlit hours of night.
Aimée © March 2000