Day Dreams

Daydream, is a hybrid of dreams and imagination.

It fledges the plumes of dreams. It revolves around the power of your mind. It rises from you and is spirals up, as much as you can imagine. And like a tornado in want of vigour funnels back into you, when you fail to power it.

Every wing, needs wind, and every feather, finest in the zenith of its soar and draws affinity; rather to the iridescence if its plumes.  Sometimes it comes to us, in tufts of wanderings, and we wander, losing some as little bubbles that cannot withstand eddies. But when we persevere, same eddies, could blow our daydreams into a place of wonder, some call it surrealism. And there is a place as such, but few experience it because it’s not to be touched, but lived, its where some folks miss it.

Loosen your mind, like the wings of a bird, or unfurl, as good sailors do to the tempest, and you will find yourself in fantasia. Dreams come true but to only those who allow their minds to fly.