The Summer breeze

fills the air,

inspiring dreams,

drifting fair…

on gossamer wings.

Fragrant scents

bringing scenes…

of distant lands,

and melodic singing,

oceans, deserts, mountains, streams…

these inspire energy.

Creating the future

as brightly lit rings.

All in contrast,

to the present,

traveling as if by magic,

is this a dream

or am I a star?

Slowly now,

descending night

realization…

setting in,

an ending tragic.

Morning bird song

wakes me now,

no more travels

for the moment.