I’m riding a lime green dragonfly to the silvery moon
to pick a snow white wishing dandelion waiting there for me
Here in this vastness in the indigo night watch sky
It’s only the dragonfly, the dandelion, the moon, and I.
Upon encountering the raucous North wind with joy we
raise our voices and sing, blowing the white wisp weeds-to-be
we spread them into the shimmering Milky Way sea.
Now done with the deed in a whirling dervish flurry
my dragonfly steed flies me home to my bed in a hurry.
And as I shudder awake from this fantastical dream,
I find myself delighted and amazed to see
clutched within my soft hands are cottony seeds
So now I ponder, is this magical life all an elusive dream?
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Tuesday Platform