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.
