I can be found lying under my daydreaming canopy
In a sea of the longest hours
Trails reflecting my contemplation taking me
Beyond the circle of my own powers

One would think of sweet music and lovely flowers
The fruit of the vines pleasing edge
As the master of all of these pleasant hours
Spent under my canopies ledge

I spin great tales as I lie here and dream all alone
Such thoughts I find in these hours
Turning withered leaves into warriors of stone
Fighting hail from a comet’s showers

I can watch the birth and death of time stand still
In a vast domain’s swaying net
While the sun splashes his brazen will
In bursts you can’t forget

I can be found lying under my daydreaming canopy
My own thoughts filling up silent air
Weaving tales to sail on my longest hours sea
Half-willing without a care
To be

Here is a wish that might have said, how I ache to see your face
It lies with upturned eyes upon a hardwood floor
If it would only speak, in my heart’s place
Merely a wish, it would be, no more

I hear your name spoken from the poems I do not write
Like drops of water that endlessly flow
From the thoughts that this wish needs to recite
If my heart would only, let it do so

If I could build a bridge from this floor to my anxious heart
This wishes thoughts could then carry with worth
Instead of forming puddles a world apart
They would become a splash of truth
My heart would have, to unearth