Fantasies
Somewhere,
Music is eternal and dance is the soul unleashed.
Emanating from bird nests,
Melodies rise with the sun and stars.
Cellos call from sand dunes and seas.
Somewhere,
Sparkling-haired children in yellow silk,
Sprinkled with sun rays,
Dance with no audience on a hill
Amidst the scent of lilacs, earth, and sun.
Somewhere,
Blue, green, and purple mist mingle at evening,
When roses grow without thorns,
And women in glowing robes walk near streams
Of snow landing as natural lace.
Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2019
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