Making dreams

An impatient chestful

of teeming dreams,

rearing to riot a skyful

with fairy-tale themes.

Skeins of deathless strands

of passionate golds and silvers;

nodding bright-hued fronds

of sequins, beads and glitters;

sun rays, stardust and moonbeams;

Begging to be woven, blended in seams

On a thousand beams of tireless looms.

Plit-plat; plit-plat, plit-plat;

Dart a million dreams,

drunk; singing and dancing

on and out of the illimitable beams.

A few grow wings,

laugh, flap and fly away.

Yet others remain chestlings,

Wishing, waiting for another day.

Smiles-tears; triumph and fears.

But they also served

who only birthed and waited,

For I am my dreams-

all of the fulfilled and the blighted!