A Million Miles

dream a dream,

shoot for the moon,

make a wish upon

the hills of hopes

or, more accurately, the ant hill

only inches away as the grass

dances around your bare skin

caressing and teasing and

pulling you down, down to earth

when all you wish for is to dance

among the stars that glimmer

like spray from the ocean on the coasts

of a far away land

like particles of sunlight filtering

through the tree tops in the rainforest

like the Northern Lights weaving

amongst the night sky

allowing you to float up, up away from earth

to forget about the backyard grass

caressing and teasing your bare skin

as you pile up your hopes

and make a wish,

shoot for the moon,

dream a dream