Make Believe

[Jesse]

Walk the dream, butterflies and things.
The faeries sing their songs of trance
while their incandescent wings carry
them ever higher above rainbows and
clouds.

The black sea waters bubble and
simmer as though a great heat
stirs under it's raging surface.
A dragon launches out from below
and through the air as a javelin
is thrown to catch him there.

Yet the old, winged serpent uncannily
smiles and winks a saphire eye. Fire
bursts mystically from out of nowhere,
consuming the weapon into shiny particles
of dust.

Walk the dream, knights and kings.
Unicorns and gryphons wing high
above the courtyard, darting
around the blue and purple fireworks
of the royal palace wizards. Down below
the peasants know a great feast takes
place at the grand castle.

The lush, virescent forests stir
and shake as a monstrous creature
wades through the trees as grass.
A smiling young child rides its
back while tugging on its ears
and laughing merrily. The giant
himself bellows a chuckle as he
crouches down on all fours and
upon his knuckles.

Goblins with rings in their noses
turn to stone in the daylight, the
old story-teller said- well at least
he supposes. A dozen roses was the
price of that grand tale.

Walk the dream, find it's meaning.
For though they appear random
or silly, insight into your
own mind you may find, really.