Let's wander the pathways of our imagination Indulge in the outsanity within. With indigo skies and butterscotch seas, Our minds will entwine with the starlight breeze. This is where stories begin in infinty With no end to be seen Poems with perfect rhythmn And the perfectly rhyming lines. Follow us to a land where every song is sung. Where children skip through fields of blue Beside their streams of dreams, Where laughter spills over fountains of pearl And sorrows vanish in a whirl of strawberry flavored sunshine. Together we shall pluck down the cotton candy clouds And drink of the wine that collects As dew upon all the leaves. We shall place silk flowers Upon the grave of old man Time. He is dead and we have no more limits on out existance. Time holds no sway here anymore. Reality swarms together into a point, diverges and then solidifies again. We'll swim through the silver-laced wind together both hand and hand. We will dance to the electrified music amongst the patterns of rainbow stardust. Where shall we end up? A dinner table with Lady Spring And her White Rabbit king Sipping tea and munching flowers. -Bird-
A pearl of delight as I skip with the inner blue child to taste the strawberry ice cream with butterscotch topping, savoring the wine in the company of Lady Spring. I rejoice in sunlight
