Bits & Scraps & Random Stuff...

That Dream...

I watched quietly as they all sang

Sitting in the meadow 

On the swinging chair.

I watched the silent beauty

Of their dresses in the wind

Flapping around their bare knees

Wisping around the violin

With strings made of rubber.

I laughed at every mistake they made

Even when they didn't care

To fix them up

With little haste

But rather - 

They would continue on as if nothing was wrong.

But we all knew,

They were a dream.

A perfect dream.

A hollow dream.

A seamless dream.

An imaginary dream.

I'd like that dream.