Midsummer Day’s Dream

© 2002 Mark Witters

 

Please don’t disturb my midsummer day’s dream,
It’s been spun from the finest gold.
I’ll share it with you in a  minute or so-
How wonderful it seems!

You  could be  my midsummer day’s dream,
But you might not ever know.
Sometimes words cannot explain.
The wonder of the glow.

A willow-the-wisp is all it is,For we can’t tarry long.
For in short, it will be gone;  Their “reality” in lieu.

The whole winter long  I will recall
this midsummer day’s dream.
Beauty from that pinprick gleam is the loveliest of all!