A Playful Dream Sequence

Silly little dancer skips from Gemini to Mars A streaking comet comes to lighten the stars Wee Willie Winkie tips his hat to the moon Whether it is full or crescent it doesn't mean a thing if love is present. Now visit me and tell me true is it heaven's choir or a witch's cold brew? How can we ever find a sweet recluse in the mountains or amidst a valley's morning dew? High and mighty jester jumps from Pluto to Earth and a joyous sound rings through the universe. Peter Pumpkin whistles a carefree tune catching all the maidens without notice bringing all positives in focus. Nature's symphonic spontaneity performs an everlasting soothing refrain. Bringing the robins and blue jays in swarms hiding from the beasts of prey who seem to be somewhere on holiday. Now visit me and tell me true is it heaven's choir or a witch's cold brew? How can we ever earn sweet peace in the mountains or perhaps where an eagle once flew? The tips of tulips and daffodils bring the fickle from the fountains reciting an ode to the evening's chill to recreate the bubbling waters nurturing all of Minyas' daughters. Persephone is here to fulfill the wonders of the flowers which are springing forth in our innocent waking hours. Now visit me and tell me true is it heaven's choir or a witch's cold brew? How can we find a mellow place to unwind? Amongst the mysteries of the sublime or lost between the sands of time with our reflections of another kind?