Dream Filled Ties

A symphony orchestra was conducted
I did not know a man of the wand
Also wrote, but I suppose I attempted
Musical notes, alongside the things I too spoke
And one day I hope to grab a pen and illustrate
Precisely what’s in my head, an assortment
Worlds dreams are made of, fabrics with a thread
They say the mansion has many rooms, in which to lose
The one way to win it all in thought upon pillows swell
Feathers building mellow melds of perfect mind synchronicity
Oh what a light night of the soul, free lucid in full control
Of not knowing what comes next, I suppose only life could attest
To knowing such sorrowful joy, what woe is it not to be
In surprise of what may, what may not be, and to spread
My angel wings carelessly among the stars floating endlessly
In tune with my surroundings, my nature and my crowning
In bed with all my downing, nature landing until I rise
Stars in my eyes, wondering the formula for another night
Of just the right drop of dream filled ties, my daily surprise.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©