fragments of thought persistently invade my every thought
soaking through my waking dream....
the last to linger in Selene's luminous company
.....closed my eyes
..................took a picture in my mind
...............................a memory frozen in time
of catching moon beams
whilst riding with Selene on her silver chariot
playing peek-a-boo with the stars on this cloudless night
.................................................opened my eyes and whispered my thanks to Selene for her company this night
Sunlight filters through the clouds of dawn
breath cathes in my throat
as another dream of mine melts away into the harsh light of day
The first to welcome and bask in Apollo's radiance
.........smiled the smile I'm known for
Falling and landing on a sunlit cloud.....
paused for a ride and became one with it
Trying to gather these crazy thoughts
when it hit me.....
If I were an arrow
I'd aim towards my dreams
Focus my scope
.........and slice through all this confusion and hope
A moment in time..........
.............................a focused shot
If I were an arrow
I'd aim for the stars for you to see
I'd take aim and shoot
So my dreams won't melt away
with the moonbeams and starlight
I'd aim an arrow ....
......................................right
............................................................ at
.................................................................................>>>>me<<<<<
Slice through the walls I hide behind
Just so you can see the world as I see it
Feel as I feel
Dream as I dream
Enjoy life and every breathing moment as I do
Bare your heart as I do
.........and experience what it's like to live in my innocent bubble
Live the life of a dreamer......yeh thats me
Stayed too long on this cloud....
to find that I drifted towards some rain clouds
............became one with it
.....................transformed into a raindrop instead
Holding on to this cloud
only to find that I've let go
.......and I'm falling once again
© Ethel Sampang 2007
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