under the magnolia

the fools who dream

there are some days where i look out the window

and see the world through 

sparkling juice stained glass, with a hint of roses

a world where stars can speak

and golden yellow rain dances with the wind

and smoke whispers intoxicating words into the ears of the lonely

where life and death walk hand in hand

and where the seas are unforgiving gods 

great and terrifyingly beautiful

where twilight sighs in her melancholy kingdom

and where music gently caresses the weary

in their sleep, cool and kind

a world where words don't mean as much as thoughts

where trees swing their wise arms and hush any who will listen

and where cicadas hum songs no one understands

and 

someone taps my shoulder

and i'm back now

i sigh

oh raise a glass 

here's to the fools who dream