WISHAVEN

Riding upon the torrid slipstream of fancy
heart ablaze with the dueling moods
of flight and flare,
we sojourn into the fleeting lairs of stardust
imagined
where stars and planets
are painted
like a tattoo
within our secret dream coffers.

Stellar cosmic figments
form in our quivering quintessence
as we are transplanted to a mythical pool of lucid tales
when our mind immerses itself in a swirling aqua
aware the dark miasma of vine and limb surrounding
that threatens to strangle the moment's magic.

Still, we enrich ourselves
in the soothing tranquility of that pool's beguiling
joined by the alabaster pixies
summoned from our childhood visions
which were sculpted in a nightlight's world of innocence.

Briefly at peace
beyond reality's brutal talons
savoring the soothing blue baptismal of conjured endearment
feeling so safe and alive in the euphoria called,
Wishhaven.