Dreamlands Troubadour
If moonlight flights are chartered
I’d like a ticket for each tour,
for every night in every dream
to go back and explore.
What sheer delight to spend the nights
drifting through the sky,
Looking down on all below
lit by fireflies.
To hear the songs of every bird,
and fluttering gossamer wings,
Touching stars through passing clouds
of billowy openings.
I’d dip my toes in dewdrops
tickling me with mirth,
and sprinkle glistening moonbeams
down upon the earth.
I’d visit every planet
before the sun fades out the moon
and gather every dream that’s there
for day dream afternoons
For dreams we have are endless
each different than before,
and I’d enjoy the flight each night
becoming dreamlands troubadour.
Corrine HG Schlessel© 1997
