Daydreams

Made of fluffy cotton candies
Or constructed by metallic steel realities?
The tangential train of thoughts,
Badgering the perennially revolving carousel
Occasionally derailed but
Often hauled back into its place on track –

Towering bells, Perilous labyrinths,
Macabre catacombs, Sublime sceneries
Snow-capped spires, Timeworn ruins,
Artic chilliness, Torrid glow
Sets the imagination in flames
A cascade of roses burgeoning across the fields.

When does a daydream become significant enough

To be considered a real dream?

Dreaming,

Izzy