at the front of the room..
where sit the dream wizards…
Blue moon speckled cloaks..
and cone shaped hats..
They motion me to the throne
ask what dreams I wish for tonight..
I want to dance under the moon..
with creatures of myth and imagination..
They spin the globe around..and there I find
a pathway bathed in light..
Centaurs, faeries, dragons, and unicorns…
The night moves quickly..
awaken refreshed and alive….
worries dissolved …for I visit the dream wizards every night..
By Heather Powers