Just thinking and musing and wondering and spacing out….staring
into the distance, seeing nothing really, but yet seeing my day-dreams. What do I dream about while wide-awake? What shows on the movie-screen of my mind as
I zone out and imagine?
I dream about traveling – going on magical voyages and
seeing mystical lands. I dream about
flying freely – like a bird through the bright blue yonder…. I dream about misty waterfalls and gentle
babbling brooks and fireflies that dance as the evening dew falls. Castles that rise from the mist and knights
on white horses wooing innocent maidens wearing pastel, long dresses with
empire waistlines and wearing regal diamond tiaras that sparkle in the sunshine.
Fairies that flit from flower to flower and gnomes that hide take naps behind
fat mushrooms in the filtered sun-dappled deep forest. I
dream of flying dragons, good triumphing over evil and the nice guy finishing
first.
I dream about peaceful sleep and taking deep breaths of
clean, fresh air. I dream about wide
open fields with soft green grass and pretty yellow buttercups on a brisk
spring day under bright robin’s egg blue skies.
I dream about rolling hills and wispy soft green leaves that are newly
formed on formerly bare branches. I dream about morning fog, rolling across the
meadows and low places…slowly dissipating in the morning sun like the vapor
that is our lives. I dream of a newly
born fawn, standing on wobbley, untried knees and rainbow-hued butterflies that
kiss the upturned faces of the expectant flowers.
I dream about clear blue waters caressing soft, white sands
in a never ending, undulating and seductive dance. Mesmerizing green plan trees swaying in the
breeze to the beat of nature’s heart. I dream about the smell of salt and brine
and sweetly fragrant jasmine flowers, mingling in the wind as I doze in a
hammock in the shade of the trees.
I dream about fields of wild flowers frolicking over the
hills and dales…buttercups, jonquils, lilies, lilacs, iris, and
wild-honeysuckle. I dream of soft, green moss carpeting the forest floor…dotted
with fat, brown acorns here and there.
I dream of billowy, puffy white clouds drifting in a cerulean sky.
I dream of children laughing, calling to one another while
they run and play. I dream of splashing
in the refreshing spray of a water-hose and sharing half a banana popsicle with
my little sister. I dream of lying on a
quilt in the shade, lost in the adventure stories of Pipi Longstockings, Nancy
Drew, and Anne of Green Gables. I dream
of ice-cold grape kool-aid in a paper Dixie cup. I dream of playing with matchbox cars, making
pretend roads in the dirt and gravel and of dressing up my Barbie dolls in an
array of splendorous high fashion outfits.
I dream of coloring pictures in a coloring book – lying on
my stomach, concentrating on staying inside the lines and matching the
colors. I dream of creating….of
expressing….of becoming.
I dream of cool, sweet, juicy, crisp chunks of watermelon sprinkled
with a smidgin of salt. I dream of
crunchy corndogs dipped in yellow mustard.
I dream of a fresh, red, ripe tomato right off the vine – still warm
from the summer sun. I dream of creamy,
sweet vanilla icecream made in a churn on the carport. I dream of fragrantly strong coffee, steaming
in a cup - warming my hands on a chilly morning.
I dream of babies – soft, cherubic, cooing,…..smelling like
Baby Magic, milk, and bath-time - all
wrapped up like baby burritos in soft, pastel blankets. I dream of kisses on my cheeks and safe hugs
from strong arms. I dream of lullabies
and soft lyrics, being rocked to sleep.
I dream of the coconuty-cocoa butter smell of suntan oil and
the faint scent of chlorine from the pool. I dream of the rough warmed of a beach towel
spread out beneath me as I laze and soak up the sunshine.
I dream of romping puppy dogs and kitty cats, frisky and
playful. I dream of wet noses and sweet
puppy breath kisses and wagging tails and fluffy, contented purrs and furry
snuggles.
I dream of dreaming…..sleeping, smiling, beguiling,
wandering, peaceful and relaxed on a bed of fluffy softness, surrounded by
love. To sleep....perchance, to dream.
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