The Power Of A Daydream

Stars turn to dust;

Metal turns to rust

Like the tethered soul

On the deserted dock.

But ocean sprays,

And  velvet stingrays,

Envelope their imagination

To hint hope in a cell of desperation.

Needles like fire;

Wounds from wire

In a family

Who’s mother is ill

But children’s tease

And summer’s breeze

Envelope their imagination

To hint hope in a cell of desperation.

Ink spills from pen

In the writer’s den.

The fatigued sonneteer

Holds an empty bottle

But cozy fires

And the suitable attire

Envelope their imagination

To hint hope in a cell of desperation.

Through the mountains,

In the water fountains,

By the streamside,

Or in every walker’s stride,

You’ll find burdens of every kind.

But never underestimate

Who’s power to alleviate:

-- It is but only a daydream.