Falling Dreams

Last night I danced on the treetops;
With silver slippers of dew,
We whirled and twirled as moonlight unfurled,
To the nightingale’s honey-glazed coo

And I dreamed that I was falling
Whistling to the ground
And my dewdrops shattered like crystal, a salty, tinkling sound

Last night I swam in the rainbow;
Drinking in colors with glee,
And they bubbled and fizzed as colors whizzed,
Laughter of rainbow ecstasy

And I dreamed that I was falling
Through voices as silent as sound
And below me I saw coming closer, a bare and colorless ground

Last night I slept on a sunbeam;
Wrapped in its warm, fuzzy glow,
And around me the light was a glorious sight,
And I gently rocked to a whispery blow

And I dreamed that I was falling,
Screaming for the light
And around me closing in, was the blackness, dead of night

Tomorrow I shall spin white moonshine;
To blanket the earth below,
And every strand from my spinning hand
To the ground in a row-boat will row

And I will dream that I am falling,
Through an ocean of airy blue
And my milky threads will not catch me, though I shall will them to

And if a dream is a wish your heart makes;
Then I wish not that this not come true But wish instead for a needle and thread
To spin my dreams anew

And I will dream that I am falling,
Sailing down from high,
But my feathery wings will catch me,
And soar me to the sky.