110. The Cosmic Sea Of Imaginary Dreams

I sat down beside a stream,

and noticed, in its gleam,

that the water had turned black,

with beams of white light

shining brightly around,

and it was a beautiful sight,

as swirls of milk flowed through

what I’d then called the milky way.

I stood upon an ark that I’d built

from paper mâché, next to the stream.

And I wished upon a streamy star to

take me away from this imaginary dream,

that floated in the clouds with 

the evergreen trees that will never die,

no matter the weather in the deep blue sky.

I pushed the ark into the stream,

as it melted away my imaginary dreams,

but then I realized that I could still 

breathe, in the ocean of outer space, 

and it made me believe that anything was 

possible in the grand scheme of things, 

in this realistically imaginary place.

Although the ark had melted, the stream

began to shift, it would surely seem,

and to take form into something else,

a pair of butterfly wings,

attaching themselves to my back,

as I could now soar through the sky,

in the form of an imaginary butterfly.

Although all of it was real,

it didn’t seem quite so,

as the stream’s flow formed into 

a paper mâché turtle,

and I hopped aboard as we rode away,

into the sea of dreamy memories,

somewhere in the milky way galaxy,

and then I could see myself

for who I was, a lovely butterfly,

in a cosmic society of fireflies.

As they would light up the sky, 

I followed them to and fro, in which

they would send me hope in a

glass jar where I would keep them,

but then I would let them go,

as they are better off free,

just like everything else in the

cosmic sea of imaginary dreams.