Once upon the tail of a fading thought
I caught a dream.
It would’ve slipped through my hands,
I later thought,
if not for grasping what reality couldn’t understand:
The improbable that should’ve been impossible.
A new, fantastical world beckoned me near.
I should go there, I thought,
I should walks its roads, hear its songs, and catch its tears…
I’m still there.
©February 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne