The Power Of Dreaming

I want to create wondrous worlds That cannot be replicated by machines. I'm keen to experience Sun bursts of new madness. I'm so bored of the plastic flowers Protruding from blasé bouquets. I'd like to embrace the elements & bask in their molecular beauty. I'm keen to describe the subtle Textures of the seasons: O how miraculous are the colours & shades of autumn! I'd like to taste the violet fragrance of spring. I await the smell of fresh summer rain; That transfigures the grey, concrete streets of apathy. I'm prone to ridiculing The rampant neon & steel designs Of the dreamless ones. I'd like to hear the golden hymns of angels. I want to compose a pure poem That can redeem the ravaged night. I'm keen to capture The utter mystery of the moment; Wrap it up like a birthday gift, And cherish it like a long lost friend.