I dream of dining with creatures
who I hold in high regard. A rabbit
sits to my left, a smiling cat to my right,
they dine on tea and treats, joke with me
of times I don't remember, of trips to
castles and under seas, to lands
I've only wished to wander.

Flowers bloom around me in a
dance of colors that fade and switch
as a silent song sings. A melody that
tells of roses that run red with paint
as the crown bellows in hallow halls
filled with soldiers, stiff and
slim as cards of play.

I twirl in a floating fan of blue
as golden wisps fly with the breeze of
a dozen fluttering butterfly wings.
The caterpillar huffs out how curious
one must be to imagine the whimsy
features of a world made up in the
mind of the mad.