I dream of things I hate or fear,
Of flood and fire and dragon’s wings,
That those I love just disappear,
And myriad other hateful things.
But I also dream of unicorns,
Of stars that stud the moonlit skies,
Of fairies blowing magic horns,
Of delicate, dancing dragonflies.
I dream of worlds that must exist,
Some at night and some by day,
I dream of being in a sylvan tryst,
Glorying in the Milky Way.
Artist Unknown
Fabulous. Really.
Oh, by the way, you’ve been tagged, Caro. Ignore it if it’s not your thing.
https://julianbeachwriting.wordpress.com/2015/06/01/creative-blogger-award/
Thanks Julian. I have already done the National Trust thing once, but if I can, will do it again. OK?!
Gleaming!
(now I’ll stop bothering you)
No problem! It’s no bother!