I am dreaming,
of pirate ships floating in the air.
I am smiling,
thinking of fools dancing in the zoo.
I walk in halls with no walls,
I say farewell to the times yet to come.
I breathe in the air, I compare,
the shades of the green leaves on misty mornings,
against the yellow light cutting through the blankets of green.
I hear the sound of the waterfall on the rocks,
I hear piano notes floating through.
As I keep on walking, the roads still yet know where,
to the gardens where the bees never wait or fly far,
I'm smiling, thinking of misty morning dews.
Slow moving mountains in my head,
floating valleys and the vapor lakes,
reach escape velocity and take to the stars,
as I lay silent on the grass, smiling my way through sweet time's tune.