My thoughts go a-gliding on gossamer wings to peep at the eastern sky Burnished with the maiden blush of dawn it spreads a carpet of molten gold to herald the beaming prince of light. They dart and flit in the valley of flowers to glean for me their stunning splendors and warble strains of sweet gratitude in tune with the birds and humming bees.
Jubilant in their boundless flights they hobnob with the gentle breeze and confer with the wise old trees whispering secrets beyond the grasp of beings endowed with normal sight. Blithe progenies of lush imagery they venture into woodlands zoom up snowy peaks plunge into the deep blue seas and unravel to me their mysteries.
As night's tar dyed mantle enfolds the world, like friendly ghosts they frolic among stars then billowing down on silver beams they array my darkness in a blaze of dreams.
