Those diamond butterflies meander
into life, soft whispers drenching the soul.
And so we sailors say to the landers
to come and joy our merry roll
So the landers take baby steps
checking the moon for a light
And we just laugh, and wonder at their sight.
Because sky sailing is always full of wonderment.
And those–the landers–only see us dreaming away
our lives. And they pity us and say
how much we could have been.
But we don’t see
their little everyday activities.
And we dream
and dream and dream and dream,
of diamond butterflies and purple eyes,
of silver sands and helping hands,
of wintry slopes and endless hopes,
of lavender flowers and golden hours.
And we just dream and dream and dream
and keep wishing
because where would we be
without these wishes and wishers and wishing.
If only you could see.