In the light of the moon
Or shuttered darkness, askew,
Dreams rumble and shimmer anew.
Bottle such up
With a gusto; a sup.
Levitate. Oh how we flew!
Of rhyming contortions,
We clamber and climb to the sky.
In this life we are choosing.
The sun sets as the bird calls die
Scratching pencils are paging
A life invigored with soft laughter.
And starched attire
In a woodland of dreams and wonder.