Under the misty shade

of the wishing tree

Its boughs

laden with dreams

I sat unaware

within softly falling whispers

Splitting my moments

at their seams

Yes, I am!

Because I have a basket

that I want to fill

with the sweetest bits

Of thought stars

And breathless flowers

I have carefully gathered

from inside my soul-galaxies

So I can weave them

with mellifluous moonbeams

into matchless streams

of delightful fantasies

It is my fondest offering

to the enchanting charmer

of a magnificent, gorgeous heart

Who deserves the best

most splendid gifts of all

in the entire endless cosmos

For you.....are a class apart! 

© Manic Sylph 2016