Chasing Daydreams

Some daydreams floated through my inner vision,
Small sails of canvas gleaned from out of heaven's
Gold morning dawn of streaming silkworm threads
Stirred by the winds, just turning in their beds.

Then others fell in psychedelic drops
While spinning in electric fields like tops.
They cast the sails on slowly rolling and
August bright waves of light to astral sands.

I reached out, stretching thought through smoky layers
And megaliths of possibilities' barriers
To try and catch the quickly fading daydreams.
But they were gone, just like quick-flowing streams

That desert rains leave on the endless plain.
Yet, was my effort really so in vain?
No. It's from those cotton daydreams brief duration
That I received this small poetic creation.

Santiago del Dardano Turann

Archived 08/22/2010