We are the dreamers of dreams.

Something ought to be said for the daydreamer.

There's a touch of the truly fantastic in a daydream. It could be argued that daydreaming, in itself, does nothing. But that can't be right. Daydreaming, in itself, constitutes creation. The mind's ability to create fantastic {intangible} things, is evidence of our divine origins. Daydreams are the makings of making anything.


Maybe you were just a daydream. . . I'm certain the universe was once just a

daydream.

Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydream
I dream of you amid the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day