Daydreamer waiting for her surprise
She's always sitting on the bench outside
Watching through the golden glasses
She sees through her eyes a world that unties
Beautiful creatures and where love prevails
She always wonder why her beauty does not impales
As she holds so many wonders
A sweetness in her bright almond eyes, behind the glasses that sat crookedly on her nose
She focused her eyes on a flat prairie
Where the unaccustomed eye sees only ordinary
In hers, the dale was a beautiful swathe of shiny green grasses
Trees are clothed in delicious cream and pink blossom
Jasmines dancing to the winds, choreographing autumn breeze
The sun casting its last golden rays
Changing its yellow into hues of tangerine and fire red
Her perfect world, she whispers
She is a daydreamer
With eyes so full of love that will make you melt
She is beauty and love
Looking at her shadow slowly shrinking down her feet
Only her can see the magic
You will find her outside
Waiting for the man to share the same picturesque landscape
Seeing her reflection on him just like a mirror
Sharing a moment, a smile, a touch, a gaze
Closing their eyes to a slow and soft kiss
Alas; she is still waiting on this
Waiting to meet him flesh and bones
Dreaming about it everyday
This love she's never met,
Yet she seems to glimpse him in every corner
And because of it, her heart craves for blossoming flower
Her heart is bound to a fictional imagery of him
Creating imaginary moments and opportunities
Clinging to a false sign that precipitates desires
The desire to lay her eyes on him and feel his lips on hers
The desire to feel her body shivers with his skin on hers
The desire to feel his heart beating to her caress
the rush in her veins, with just his look
She will be an eternal daydreamer
Until she finds him sitting on the bench outside for her
For an eternity of love

Daydreamer, daydreamer
Dream 'way your day
In hopes that, maybe this time,
They'll let you away
Away from your day, and all that lies in it
In your day is a nightmare, reality's within it
For what's real is for night,
which you shan't repeat
And the terrors in day
contribute t'your defeat.
Day and night
Night and day
You dream away
So you don't stay
In your broken day
And your shattered night
So maybe you might
Dream things out right;
Daydreamer, daydreamer
Dream 'way the night
So you won't have to wake
'Cause it won't feel right.

A daydreamer with eyes of blue
Untarnished by the world that kept you
Bathed in days of gold
Never knowing the cold
With his head in the clouds
Never once had to look down
Spinning all around
Reaching for the stars
Although you’re miles apart
Happiness floods your heart
A daydreamer
Floating so high
Flying with birds in the sky
One day realized
The world is not as it seems
Monsters lurk in the seams
And call to those whose hearts are dark
They ravage worlds and tear them apart
The daydreamer comes crashing down
Now reality is the only sound
And evil is abound

Oh my little daydreamer,
Dreaming of better days
Dreaming of cotton candy clouds
and a sky you see your reflection in

Didn't anyone tell you silly little dreamer?
You can have anything you dream?
Open your mind, your soul, your heart
You are stronger than you believe

Daydreamer of mine,
Please don't grow up to be masochistic
Be a soldier that defeats any obstacle
Be a lover that loves in the loveliest of ways

My darling little dreamer
Be the dreamer of dreams for all of those who can't
For those of us who have fallen
For the ones who used to be daydreamers

Do I know you?... Do I know… really know?
This world full of people
This universe, this… do I?
Vast but a point of a pen
Can’t explain like love would still happen.

So many subjects in this world
Why is it that love, still foretold?
Do I know you?... Do I know… really know?
A daydreamer was born,
Somehow, I remember, the crushback, flashback.

Daydreamer, the crushback.
Yes! I am the dreamer.
Yes! I knew already who you are.
Crushback, I love… love is forever
Who?… Who are you in my life?!!!

I remember those days, those nights…
Those days, inlove with somebody
Those nights, dreaming we’re forever
But a dream is a dream, the dreamer
I just felt, the happiness, the love…

Yes! You are the one I love
For today, you came back.
Still my heart felt the past.
Crush of a daydreamer
Coming back, to be your lover forever.

I love you, dreaming we’re together.
Although you love her, would I ask?
Would be friends even not lover?...
I love you, in love with you…
Your eyes, assuming to love me too.

You’re the best for the love I gave
Even you don’t knew of what I felt.
This story , will tell. Yes!... tell!!!
That you and I……….
Wouldn’t be together.

Dream… dream… dream…
Fairy tales, all fantasies…
Just like the crushback of dreamer
All………. I knew…
I really love you as I always do.

Wake up, wake up!
It's time to get your head
out of the clouds

Wake up you whimsical dreamer
and move to where you want

Wake up, wake up!
you sleepy head,
don't dread time
but rather dread death

Life doesn't move
if you just live with constant fear

Wake up, wake up!
daydreamer you are running out of breaths

Wake up and tell her
Tell her!
tell her you love her

Stop her!
stop her
she's waiting

Draw her a picture,
write her a song,

the more breaths you waste,
the farther she goes

Wake up, wake up!
daydreamer she's gone,
what will you do now?

You let her go,
even when I told you
to hold onto that balloon

You lived in constant fear
now your nightmares came true

Wake up, Wake up!
maybe it's not too late
tell her you love her
tell her what she means to you

Don't just stand there,
move!

I know it's wrong.
But daydreaming about you....

It just feels
Right.

If I was a daydreamer,
When did the sun set on this day?
Was it when my calloused hand trembled
As I painted my dreary soul across the canvas?
Or was it when the sour taste upon my tongue
Merged with the bitterness of her forgotten fruit?

If I was a daydreamer,
When did the dream finally fade?
Was it when my eyelids relished the hours
They once needed to weigh enough to subdue me?
Or was it when happenstance strengthened its resolve
And set me on paths I was never meant to walk?

If I was a daydreamer,
When does the magic swell in my throat again?
Is it when I sever the ties that bind
My desert heart from the tundra of my mind?
Or is it when the tides finally erase me
Like a grain of sand swept out to sea?

i close my eyes . . .
your lips brush mine like a dream
your fingertips lay on mine
as a musician's before he plays a masterpiece
a whisper wafts around my hair,
toying with it lovingly
i suppose that's when i realized
reality is a daydreamer's playground
and you are my best friend.
we hold hands like
we don't want to let go but even if we do we never really do
and we run like our legs are trying to catch up
with our heartbeats--
i always run a little faster with you.
music sounds like your laughter over the phone at 2 am
and your footsteps beside me
and your endless ways of saying "i love you."
you are my greatest symphonies and my
most quiet hums.
you are an unbreakable pinky promise.
you are a dream and you are
all the stars and constellations that adorn my night sky

Daydreams are dynamic
Creative imagination
Colorful thoughts
float and dance
they really have
some super ideas
So can we please
place them in the now
Come on let's get it done
Let's get going
Let's put them on paper
Let's let them come out
to play and dance
Come to be
Maybe then we will
feel at least not just a
daydreamer ....
© Jennifer DeLong 🦏
3/2021

i swam before i can walk
i dreamed before i could talk
i dreamed of stories
i dreamed from stories
awake asleep
awake in sleep
i float i fly
i swam i cry
i lived i died
i loved i lied
i gained my strength from them
i am weakened as well
from childhood to tween
to teen to twenty
i never stop to dream
will this be my only life
among the clouds up sky
will i ever live a life
will i ever live the dream
or let dream die a dream
let the dream eat me away as i sleep

Daydreamer
Turn your head a notch
and we'll see that perfect
dot beside your nose.

Tell me,
even though
sanity may jettison
and stroll down
the lane as naked
as a jay bird.

you remember,
that I had on too many clothes
or not enough and neither one
at the appropriate time,
still,
I can't soften
the discard-
the tint of rose
from my cheeks or the
titan grip on my jugular.

Remind me still ,
with patience,
like every other
seven year old
wearing a zirconium,
Tiaras, pink taffeta
and soft as night ballet
slippers,
that it's o.k.
to sit on my spotted pony
dreaming,
that all princes
will have a heart of gold.

That promises mean
something
even to spectra
and daydreamers...

we stopped laughing
when
the song ended
with the world spinning

and I fell down
calling your name
on the back
street of my worst
nightmare coming true.

Remind me gently,
That best friends can't say
I love you
and still be best friends,
well, I already knew,
it just might be that
all the time my eyes
were wide open
they just
wouldn't stop listening
to the skipping thud of
my pulse.

don't hope too high, daydreamer
all good things
are too good
to be true
All disappointment
is too painful
to be a lie
and what's desired
by one
is far from another's mind
so dreams go
unfufilled
and will never exist
as reality.

Wandering in a field of daisies.
Alone in her own world.
Her world of imagination.
She wanders.
She dreams.
She wanders.
And dreams.
In a field of daisies.
She lays down her child's form
in the field of daisies.
She looks up at the clouds.
She imagines.
And dreams.
She tells stories in her mind.
She talks in whispers to her
imaginary friend.
She wanders.
She dreams.
She wanders.
And dreams.
In a field of daisies.
She is
The Daydreamer.

The distance you imagine is your utopia. It’s not a window, it’s two people dancing under the large tree behind the abandoned farmhouse, daydreamer, you can’t help but feel drawn to the window of dreams. It is Your escape the more you look the more you feel. The more you dream the more you can taste it, you press the repeat button to make-out the few moments of your dream, in advance when I rudely interrupt you, and you can’t go back to dreaming, that was it fantasizer, so savour your last few minutes of befuddling into space. see you soon, daydreamer, when you’re dreaming of me again.

I've left footsteps past these trials where the grass lay green,
To journey the way where the soul seeks solitude.
What lies ahead of the brambles, is a thought of a few.
Barefoot as I step on soft ground,
The earth leads the ankles to the rhythm of the sound.
I skip a heartbeat for how I never thought what grew in me.
The silence that high and low yearns, is where I'm holding on easily.
Fear in itself I've encountered, leads to where the mind fathoms hastingly.
Somewhere down the line,
I've witnessed the skeptic aura where many have succumbed out of breath.
But the music that gathers the thoughts, held me from being wreathed.
These winds have whispered long enough the futurity that's unknown.
These skies have all the more given space to escape the frown.
This daydreamer has a mind of his own.
It leads him to wonder,
It leads him to remedy.
It leads him to fade into his memory.

Gravity might as well force one down,
And take one's energy,
As the eyes open to witness the spinning reality.
The mist dims the light to keep me lost in this line.
I look for comfort in an unclear sharp edge,
That's where I knew I'm pulled down from cloud nine.
Into oblivion now I'm left behind.
The world  loves oxygen robots,
The shimmer of gold yet the bulk of rust.
The doctrine of work is the call
For what nobody knows, it is rewarded with pall.
The castles you've conquered, the beasts you've slayed,
None to be remembered but only the hate.
Strong enough as I stand,
Yet it takes one word to cut the strand.
The reveries of black and white are shoved into words of light.
The graveyard is spared of wreaths, once again I survived the fight.
But this daydreamer has stories of his own,
It leads him to journey into the blue.
It brought him back to square one or two.
It led him to ashes, to dust.
But it'll lead him to a purpose.

You were born on a cusp.
friends on the other side
couldn't decide,
Scorpio or Libra.
You yourself,
as constant as the tides.

A tenth sign ram
was blessed to cross
your lovely path
and the ram learned:

Short curly hair
pinned back reveal
asiatic eyes.
As you pass by and by
Time and time hearts race

Chicken salad sandwich,
its moist mayonnaise
is never as delicious
without a pickle.

Grubhub.
No, Scrubhub.
Too content to leave the room.
Yummy Rummy,
food in our tummy.
forever.

Broth, cheese and wine.
Mushrooms and time.
If ever I tasted love,
it was shared with me,
in a recipe.

Sound opinion in scores.
Royal, like the Tenenbaums.
Bill Murray fantastic.
Pink Moon over and over and over.
Divide that by nine.

And now I know,
almost as well as you,
how good Goodfellas is,
even after the tenth time.

Early morning awakenings or
snooze again and again and again.
Paralyzed in a dream or
awoken with a scream,
we tried a routine:

Once parts of a team,
a memory faster than it seemed.
Ran for miles.

A boy and girl in the hall,
amongst the boys and girls
in the hall.
Digital regulars in ecstasy.
Wake next to you a daydreamer.

So, when life gets hard,
and you're feeling down,
don't be so glum,
ignore your doubts,
don't feel left out,
I'll be there for you,
when you need me to.

My heart goes prestissimo!
As thoughts swirl round my mind.
This weary soul seeks you.
In which abode will I find?

   A lustful sight  – you naked before my eyes.
   Flesh wrapped in skin  – yours against mine.
   Lie down my love;
   Let us dine.

As I gently push my lips against thine
ears and whisper:

   You are my Aphrodite...
     Take me to ecstatic heights.

   Let me kiss you endlessly...
    Soft.
       Hard.
          But each passionately.

   Let me hide in your warmth...
     Till I reach your soul.
         Till I feel its glow.
     Till this fantasy fall.
  **Till my reality calls.

"Get back to work!"  the voice shouted out

"There is work, you ****, to be written about!"

"Ok!" I said, as I stared at his head

This story is over, this poem is dead.

A little daydreamer sits up in bed. A nightmare again.
Little daydreamer whispers to her loyal walls.
"I had a scary dream." Little daydreamer sighs.
"I had become a Lion. I had grown up a little. I even fell in love. I had hope."
Little Daydreamer shivers in disgust.
"At least it was just a dream."

Lately I’ve been feeling
Like my worries are sky high
I’ve tried to conquer mysteries
I’ve tried hard not to die
Once blinded by the brightness
Yet when all I see is black
Screaming
Frantically
Searching..
Trying to find my way back.
I see the changes start to blossom
Through winter, summer, spring and autumn.
So maybe if I close my eyes
My Imagination will compromise
You see,
A wise man once told me that all things must pass..
A wise man once told me that nothing ever lasts.
Although, sometimes I wish that I could be a visionary or a queen
I’d lead my battles from Dusk to Dawn
I crash
I burn
I still carry on
It’s filled with love yet hypocricy
And ruled with mediocrity
The world should be a better place
For laughter, tears of joy and grace
Because I’m finding it hard
And I can only dream
Tomorrow we’ll just make believe
Sharing stories under the night sky
But tomorrow never comes
I wonder why.. ?
Some might say its meant to be
And when all is said and done
I find myself straying on the path,
Back where I once begun.
Lately I’ve been feeling like my worries are sky high
I’ve tried to conquer mysteries
I’ve tried hard not to die..

Simple day, ordinary night
walking through the pavement
daydreaming in the crowd
with all those noise,
silence rule over in my head
illusions is all I can see
as it takes over my mentality
with the reality becoming blur
still dreaming of a fantasy
being drown away
     from my reasoning
still dreaming of a hope
dreaming and still dreaming...
my prayer.. my dream..

No, no, no. Don't cry little daydreamer. The night is too dangerous for that. You'll attract the deep fears. You know what happens when they come. They burn down your perfect little daydream.
            A little daydream for a little daydreamer.
   You know what they'll do then. They'll burn you with lies and sadness.
           You know what attracts them. It's the lights. So bright. Welcoming the fears when you're weak.
         Don't you dare turn off those lights.
   You know what happens then. The nightmares come. You know what they do too. They devour real you. They leave weak little daydreamer. They leave you
          Oh no, we can't have that,
   Don't be a little daydreamer. The night is too dangerous for that.

I often dream of pretty things
with unhealthy fascination.
I often go where you can't follow,
craving isolation.
I haven't found a footing sound
in this here habitation.
So I find life's sweeter side
in my imagination.

I bring your attention,
Unabided and true,
To the one I shall mention,
The girl who daydreams the whole day through.

I recall from infancy,
Gazing up at my mobile,
Imaginations I'd see
Behind my daydreaming smile.

I have my quirks,
Like shaking my wrists.
Grasping things also works
To send my mind into twists.

I pick up a book
I have no intention to read,
But boy, how it shook
When I played my daydream.

My visions come alive.
I see it on the big screen.
Others ask if I'm alright,
I can't admit my daydreams.

Thanks for your attention,
And I hope you now see
An outlook of appreciation
To those of us who daydream.

Ophelia, Ophelia,
voracious daydreamer,
how dare you
upset this delicate orbit.
your hands were the kiln
for my sloppy and misshapen mind,
but that was nothing,
relatively, compared to the way
your eyes reflected lost souls.
my dear, it's a catastrophe.

now when the moon chides me,
and the stars reek of your smile,
I run my hands across
the fronts of empty dresses
that you wore years ago.
Ophelia, Ophelia,
I recall the way your eyes shone
like the peak of madness
and how your shoulder blades
touched in a subtly avian manner.

how simple are the remnants
of your existence, of your melancholia,
I cling to them like a ***** to touch-
and I know they will bring you no closer.
stale shadows haunt my lingering eyes;
where you should be standing
I see only lost time.

Ophelia, Ophelia,
smoldering star in my hindsight,
stone in my chest-
I'm sad to see you go.

Dreamers are forever chasing
Forever asleep
Lost in pursuit
yet more awake than the average joe
sipping black coffee off to work
I am forever sprinting
breathless
and alert
Awaiting the day I wake to find
My reality reflecting  my reverie

You were my little daydreamer
My light my love
The reason I breathe

You were my helping hand from the start
The intelligent one
The reason I see

Without you I'm not complete

You held my hand
When I couldn't think
You saw more than I saw in me

We turn,
our lips close,
eyes closed,
Mind taken a way.
Touching lips,
touched my soul,
still touching me,
in the right way.
Careful what you wish for: open your eyes and its taken away.

I was wandering down the street one day when my eyes fell upon the most exquisite sight: An angel was in the midst.

She was gliding through a throng, oblivious to all the averting heads, and then she was gone. She may be gone, but her beauty and my wonder remain.

Yesterday, I saw her again. Gliding smoothly towards me, and to my astonishment, she didn't vanish right away. I've been fantasizing about this beautiful Goddess for countless months, yet it seemed different this time. It seemed real, somehow.

She smiled and embraced my hand. Her hand was warm and soothing. Her voice was gentle, content and mesmerizing. 'You're not dreaming, ***. You're n a trance of your own design. You've wanted this for ages. Come to me.'

I tried smiling, but, I felt my mouth twist into something unfamiliar to me. 'Y-Y-You, ' I stammered. 'I-I've been dreaming of you for as long as I can remember. How could this be? ' 'Kiss me, ' she replied, 'and all will be answered.'

Well, I know her better than any woman I've ever met, and I don't even know her name. I moved closer, preparing myself for the perfect kiss, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, I was shaking stubbornly and the woman of my dreams began to fade away. Then everything changed.

I wasn't outside or in a crowd. Rather, I was lying on a rickety bed, which was still shaking. My feet hanging off one side and my head drooping off the other side above my pillow, which fell on the floor beside my shoes. 'That, ' I exclaimed, 'was the most vivid dream I've ever had! I can still smell her perfume. (sigh) I can still feel her pulse.'

As it turns out, I wasn't the only one shaken awake this morning. Just another earthquake with the 'Worst-Timing' award.  I showered, dressed and headed off to work with this Angel in my head. I turned a corner and joined a throng of people on their way to work.

It was then that I saw her. Her beauty was undeniable. She was gliding towards me, like an ghost, then she turned a corner and was gone.

Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

Staring out the window,
Frozen in time
In that one moment
where everything changed.
Innocense and simplicity
surrounding me with love and trust
Frozen in an abyss of memories

Cassie babe,
Your eye don't fix onto anything
What's holding your words in?

Painting up above
It seems you've a love for everything
I just haven't seen you grin

Thoughts on edge
Inside instead
Your legs dangle from a ledge
Gormless expression
Inner canvas expression

Not a thing to say
In your mind all day
You know the way it goes
Drifting to
And floating from
Places to spaces
But never really going anywhere
Well nowhere that she'd like to share
With you or me

Pondering elegantly
Elaborating privately
Although
There is no doubt
Your beauty's on show

This life I live,
Is not for me.

I wish for something
Broader,
A big as can be.

To fly through skies
Like a wondrous bird.

To step out from curtains,
And finally be heard.

And how absurd,
This life I live now.

Through the mind
I live instead,
Somehow.

Chores and rules,
I cannot choose.

I have no voice
In this house of noise.

But alas,
I bring hope.

It will guide me to cope.