Children Of Oval Dreams

Children Of Oval Dreams
© Surazeus
2016 08 26

Nobody ever taught me how to fly
so I grow a pair of wings from a book
and go running in the blank mirror sky
to soar nowhere with the heart of a rook.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.

I follow her across the spinning world,
my blind angel in a robe of black silk,
who shows me where the last dragon sleeps curled,
dreaming for the land of honey and milk.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.

I land on cracked mountain of shining ice
where weird wizard with thousand-mile-long hair
carves recipe for cancer-curing spice
on emerald tablet that hides our soul flare.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.

She hides secret of life in arcane spell
that calculates code of eternal life
so I build paradise around her well
and bring fresh fruit to my charm-singing wife.
We gather on the shores of sparkling streams
with our singing children of oval dreams.