Upon a dream, a melody

Floats through the air, and to the sea,

And grasses blow, and birds may fly,

Along the edge of a lavender sky

And as the notes linger along,

They form the smallest bits of song;

At first so near and then away,

Gliding on sunlight’s longest ray.

They flutter wings like butterflies,

And blink at you with deep cat’s eyes;

Transparent, though, they’re barely seen,

Before they fade into the green.

The rainbow of the waving grass,

The trees that shake their leafy mass;

They carry notes like water drops,

And fling them ‘cross the mountaintops.

A rose pales by their lovely bloom,

A sound that’s here and gone too soon.

Upon a dream, a melody…

There is a song, but can you sing?

~ Mina Marial Nicoli