Spinning teacups in colored dreams
thoughts of magic in between
stories from my yesterday
caught in a cyclone of whimsy.
Madness fills the pantry of mind
overflowing all of the time
stirred with sweetness and light sublime
flying, soaring feels so very fine.
Strange and glittering worlds
cosmic fantasy sweeping us through
live action life movie
through the looking glass we move.
Becoming larger then small again
this escape into a beautiful place
in a simple dream of exhaustion
slipping away into a magic world.