Within a Dream

Within a Dream


Light pink clouds and paper flowers,
wherever I look, something's unique.
Then, there comes, little rain showers---
droplets glittering, filled with mystique.

Purple hills and flying ponies,
chasing each other up in the air.
White forests; where the witch's cronies
live, abiding her laws, fair and square.

Red and blue grass, under my feet,
yellow-colored mountains, in my view.
I can hear my happy heart beat.
For all things are different in hue.

But then, the light pink clouds turned gray.
I can see the black willow waving.
That's my cue, I should go away,
since the magic I used is fading...

Line Count: 16 lines
Each Stanza: 8-9-8-9 syllables