Okay – here goes nothing!
To float upon the idle current,
adrift along a summer’s breeze,
like feather soft and whisper silent,
without care or plot to seize.
Slipping past the sunlit forest,
that dances on the moss strewn floor,
like flitting fairy, ghostly twinkles,
hopeful eyes shall bring forth more.
Music glides upon the leaves,
which wave as water down through streams,
caress my ears thus loose concern,
as only happens in such dreams.