Dancing Dewdrops

Daydreams dance on morning dewdrops,

In costumes spun with feathered laces,

Sailing high, near heaven’s rooftop,

Tranquil smiles upon their faces.

Reflection razed by harsh reality,

As daylight brings the blinding sun.

Concepts ripe of human mortality,

Tender hearts powerless to outrun.

Introspective musings tossed and torn,

Of daydreams’ dance in the dew of morn, and

Nightmares nestled in midnight thorns.