CALLING ALL DAYDREAMERS

Do you ever lay on your bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling?

Do you ever hold your legs up, watching as they waft above your head?

Or your hands?

Have you ever done a forward roll on your duvet,

sheets crinkling?

I have. Don't try it again when you are older,

unless your bed is bigger.

Or you will fall off.

Have you ever made castles in the sky,

And crowned yourself in a circlet of gold?

Gold paper.

Gold air. 

Do you daydream,

like I daydream?

About mountains, and snow,

and creeks, brooks, rivers,

waterfalls over rainbows?

I know some of you do. 

Calling all daydreamers:

don't you ever wake up?