Have you ever wanted to sit on a cloud
so so it would feel
ever wanted to see an angel
just to see if they were real?
Have you ever wanted to see a pink horse
so pretty and so dear
ever wanted to meet an elf
just to see his pointy ears?
Have you ever wanted to dance with a faerie
to be so light on your toes
ever wanted to talk to a troll
just to see what he knows?

I've sat on cloud, danced with faeries
and seen a pink horse, I have met a troll or two
and seen an angel too, of coarse
The elves were cute I must say,
I loved their ears and silly ways

So next time I venture yonder
would you like to be my guest
It'd be so much a pleasure
to have you abreast
we could enjoy the day
under a purple tree
and have the very best of time
sharing in the fantasy

White cotton
and pink lace
pictures of castles
far away
children laughing
pinwheels blowing
in her room
a garden growing
a little Mozart
a little Top
a little smile
one teardrop
an "I believe"
on her wall
in the window
porcelin dolls
angels fly
about her house
and faerie dust
on the couch
the smell of roses
everywhere
endless infinity
in the air
prisms dancing
in her eyes
and I just never
wonder why

Not my darling
a fateful place,
but an inward look
to the soul a face
Whereas it is
a mindful flutter
not of here
be words to utter

Emotion
inside out
eternal light
and passion
Bursting through
pouring
from my eyes
as if I've never
cried before
Sweet nectar
touch my lips
as I drink your essence
from my tears
Naught ever
to misplace
the taste
of you

Won't you walk with me on a silvery moon
some clear night
down by the ocean, feet in the sand
some starry light
Won't you dance with me in a field of flowers
some sunny day
twirling and laughing, hair trussled up
some lovely way
Won't you wrestle me down to the carpeted floor
some rainy eve
gab me by the hair, throw me down naked
some body weave
Won't you ride out into the meadow with me
some misty noon
ya hah, ya hah, race, pace, lofty trot
some summer June
Won't you cook with me on the butcher block
some purple dusk
chop the carrots, slice the onions
some night of love
Won't you read poetry on my bed pillow
some warm spring
eyes dewey, all comfy, debating
some philosophy
Won't you cozy up to the fire in a bareskin rug
some cold winter
with me snuggling close, soul talking
some passion to stir
Won't you tube, fish, and boat with me
some summer heat
water splashing, laughing, and smiles
some fun upbeat
Won't you stay with me steady and strong
some all weather
doing everyghing all the time
some forever?

Lost in a jungle
   of
       dying trees
mold and mildew
    essence freeze
Dingy must
  cobwebs spun
no light, no breeze
              no one
Not a color
  but flat gray
blankets of clouds
  day
         after day...
Precious expression
  identity
    only a cocoon
      let your spirit
                free