Building sand castles in the wind,

Invisible footprints through trackless time,

Though they disappear before the eye,

Never from the mind.

Weaving thoughts with gossamer threads,

Picking daisies in warm sunshine,

Dreaming yesterday’s dreams,

Savoring tomorrow’s sweet wine.

Are daydreams tomorrow’s reality?

Is reality but today’s simple dream?

Is either necessary or really wanted?

Are they really what they seem?

Don’t lock our soul in reality’s prison.

Let our minds forever be open

To wander without restraining fetters,

Enjoying the many colors of Life’s Prism.

Throw off your earthbound shackles.

Let closed eyes open to see.

Wander through the world’s many wonders.

Yes, come now and journey with me.

This is a poem in Autumn Leaves.