Dear dreams,
You are hope, tucked neatly in a little wrapped box with a bow,
tucked under my night time pillow,
to be thought about as minds drift away on a midsummer breeze.
You are true to the thoughts of children. An astronaut, witch, and princess,
not in the flesh but living yet in their eyes, as their vagabond imaginations
sprout with their not so long forgotten angel wings.
Thank you for giving the poor man a purpose to clean up a suit and tie,
and to apply for the advertisement in the frozen corporal paper.
Thank you dreams, for wrestling over the wheel from ol' Tradition
and becoming the drive that swells in our souls.
Thank you dreams, for blooming in our hearts.
With love,
The Happy Ones