On the edge of a day dream.

Wait for me on the edge of a daydream where reality falls down, breathe in my thought. Dance, dance upon the minds sunbeam counting differently watching floating clouds, that cannot change your magnetic eyes, others gazing in without vision, appear blindingly into sight around this my make-believe world and look deep with-in, escaping matters prison. Dance, dance fleeting melody, an inner calling twirled without looking, we see a thread of a moment opening up, up as fountains flame against this ballad, pausing it would seem wrong, but lost there, in the corner of your mind I move mountains one tiny pebble after another. Until your sky is reached. So wait for me on the edge of a daydream.