Drenched In Stardust

She lay on the cool grass

Wrapped in dreams

Drenched in stardust

Lost in a moment

Solitarily moved to sink in the cosmos

Ride a dream to the out most edges of the world

To lay on the cool grass

Wrapped in dreams

Drenched in stardust

Echoing a lifetime

Of love

Looking Through The Stained Glass

She sat, cross legged.
The step was hard.
She barely noticed.
Focused on the colored light circling her legs.
Everything else disappeared.

Movement caught her eye.
There was something on the other side.
Standing fast. Moving forward.
She pressed her face to the clear panel.
The one in the corner of the intricate window.

Looking through a tiny square.
She saw it looking back at her.
Tall and lengthy. It stared back.
Smiling some, as if to ask,
Would you come and play with me?

She rushed down the steps.
Out the door in a blur of skirts.
Finding him staring up.
Looking for her.

Giggling. She asked. Will you come and play at last?
Grin splitting his face wide.
He jumped up, tail wagging high.
Tossing balls and chasing sticks.
They played forever, or so it seemed.
Until she woke from the dream.

Follow A Dream

It was mystical.
A bit magical.
Maybe a little radical.
Yet it lit up her soul.
The very fact of doing it.
Achieving it.
Dreaming of it.
Made her feel whole.
Was it going to be as enjoyable
Once it was achieved?
Maybe it would satisfy
The following of her dream.
Yes, it would satisfy.
The accomplishment.
The dream.
It would satisfy,
And lead to more dreams.

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

Fox

You visit me in dreams. 
Bushy tail.
Grinning face.
Mysterious, yet joyful.

Most see you as a trickster, a prankster,
a figment of imagination.
You are but a breath at times.
Bounding through our lives.
Chasing the chickens.
Upheaving my life.

Other times, you appear in shadows.
Murky images in my mind.
I blink and find you were imagined.
Yet, the trail cam captured you perfectly.
Posing as if you were on vacation.
Perhaps you were.
Visiting a relative.
How would I know.
You drift by so infrequently,
you might not be the same.