PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I plunge headlong into fancy and

a stroll through wonderland.

I never look behind me

‘cause I'll miss that state of mind.



My destination's just a word

that's undefined and quite absurd.

It's measured not by inch or mile,

but just by dreaming for awhile.



Obscurity's my only goal...

a sandy beach, a rocky shoal,

or prince's cape, or pauper's cloak,

or underneath some shady oak.



There are no shadows where I go

but only stars that brightly glow

among the thoughts I thought had fled

but needed only light instead.



I capture moonbeams by the tail

and ride upon their milky trail

while comets, rushing out of sight,

reflect their effervescent light.



It never lasts for very long,

in dreamer's land where I belong,

but just one fancy headlong plunge

will soak up fancy like a sponge.