Midsummer Daze

Firefly lies and lanterns smiles a world as real as surreal belies
The your straight edged reality that you keep is not you
Worlds of grace and swirls of space in royal purple escapes
Are your climes and sweet sublimes if only dreams were real

Birth of a mystic, rise of a star,
Hope of a woman, more graceful by far
Stand in a circle of joyful elves,
Kissed by a dreamers soul driven self

How sad, at times, I am to see the reality in dreams
And the hopelessly straight jacketed life in you awake
Our lives, however, are enhanced to a livable dance
By the means and schemes and fantasy dreams we see

Birth of a mystic, rise of a star,
Hope of a woman, more graceful by far
Stand in a circle of joyful elves,
Kissed by a dreamers soul driven self

Hope is a prayer to dream long and dream soft
Dreams of an ocean from a view in a loft
Unsaid and unhinted it lives deep within
Unreal and so distant it grows real again

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