Back and forth,
Forth and back,
There swings a little sparkle,
On my chain of dreams,
I ponder this point of light,
And think,
So small a thing,
Why let it hang so heavy?
Let it fall away,
Why should it stay,
And pull upon my heart?
The gems I wind around my neck,
Seemed so much better with it there,
And the pins I placed in my hair,
Had they more energy?
Or were they dulled?
Drop the tiny star,
And I will never notice it is gone.
Or will I?
Could I drop it?
I can’t forget my visions.
This thing,
This kind,
Will return for me,
Perhaps a different hue,
With scintillating brilliance,
And take its place again.
For now I place it aside,
On a piece of lace,
In a drawer,
Some may see it shine,
If they look hard enough,
A reverie for rainy days,
Until you pick me up,
And stand with me forever,
Or I find,
There really wasn’t space for you,
Upon my chain of dreams.
Oh little dreamstar,
You caused such a silly stir,
So much pressed inside your little body of thoughts,
Winking and blinking on your string,
You taught me more than one good thing,
But who can speak for your future?