Flights of Fantasy

Flying away in a cloud of perfume,
Up in the air, and out of the room.
Singing, and winging one's way to the moon,

Humming and thrumming a magical tune.

Out of the basement and out of the pit,
Into the realms of wonder and wit.
Searching and finding, refusing to sit,

Making it all like a lamp newly lit.

Colours and shapes, and a musical theme,
Slowly unreal, like the moves in a dream.
Dancing and prancing along a sunbeam,

Tasting the essence of sugar and cream.

Knowing and showing and glowing with love,
Hearing the song of a truehearted dove.
Not needing either a push or a shove,
To enter the mists of this vast treasure trove.

Smelling the showers and flowers of spring,
Watching and listening to hear a heart sing.
Waiting and wanting one's soul to take wing,
And hearing a butterfly make a bell ring.