Whether or not you are
one of those people, with
predisposition (of your
own making),
to believe
in those wholesome little folks
who leap spritely
from underneath bushes
and trees:
they’re there,
eluding discovery
by folks who’ve been disillusioned
of all their childhood magic,
who’d dismiss them mistakenly
to simple imagination
(or worse, deluded fantasy!)
Ah, yes, they’re there, and
at times in the strangest of places,
they come bouncing eagerly,
from beneath the beds and houses,
bemused, a grin at the
non-believers who sleep,
mistaking these tiny elven ones
for mindless, nonsensical dreams!
And so, tonight,
when drifting off to sleep,
into that impassioned
place of dreams:
when tiny elven figures
dance across your brain and
lead you to believe,
it’s only imagination, a
sleepy hallucination
of the night.
Entertain this thought:
perhaps a dream,
a fantasy,
and perhaps these tiny figures
are reality.
And, am I
their dream?
©Janet Mitchell, August 2011
Hahaha! I loved this, Janet! So whimsical! ^_^
Reblogged this on thoughtstomull and commented:
One of my favorites, one I had so much fun writing!!
Lovely and full of magic and mischief. Makes you want to dream and hope. Makes ya feel good. Very nicely done, Ms Janet!
I had to read this poem twice, as it has a magical quality, touched that part of me that not only believes but knows there is magic in this world. The part about you being their dream is deep, as who knows we all may be in a dream. Beautiful poem!
Wow!, that was beauitful. I can relate to poem.
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