maybe because I’m tired of all the nicely rhyming jingle I’d rather wish that just a single great thought or image would appear of love or hate or lust or fear unfold its plethora of riches
no matter whether clowns or witches the sky the stars the moon the sea and all the creatures there may be nature’s eternal universal charm the friendly dragon that means no harm fair maidens pining for their knights vampires haunting stormy nights fairies benign and leprechauns protecting all the loved ones