Upon a dream, a melody
Floats through the air, and to the sea,
And grasses blow, and birds may fly,
Along the edge of a lavender sky
And as the notes linger along,
They form the smallest bits of song;
At first so near and then away,
Gliding on sunlight’s longest ray.
They flutter wings like butterflies,
And blink at you with deep cat’s eyes;
Transparent, though, they’re barely seen,
Before they fade into the green.
The rainbow of the waving grass,
The trees that shake their leafy mass;
They carry notes like water drops,
And fling them ‘cross the mountaintops.
A rose pales by their lovely bloom,
A sound that’s here and gone too soon.
Upon a dream, a melody…
There is a song, but can you sing?
~ Amarine Ravenwood