I could fly with the sylphs, soaring so high,
On a sun painted cloud, the moon drawing nigh.
I could play with the sylphs between rolls of thunder,
Never falling too far, but yielding to wonder.
Or I could talk to the gnomes beneath a low hill,
In caverns of crystal, where gold and silver fill.
I could listen to gnomes, taking in their wise words.
Sitting buried below, unnoticed by birds.
Maybe I could sing with the sirines, diving quite deep.
Past colorful fishes and pink, coral reef.
I could join the sirines, raising my voice,
Teaching the whales a sweet tune, if such was my choice.
Then I could dance with the ‘manders, in flames quite hot.
From candle to hearth, under a great iron pot.
I could caper with the ‘manders, across merry flame,
Burning all in a pyre with no one to blame.
But given a chance I’d rather spend time with you.
See the world through your eyes and touch your heart too.
Share the tears of a friend and the laugh of a lover,
Each of us comforted in the arms of the other.
I don’t need this small lesson. I know how to dream.
I guess in this life things may be more than they seem.
Rather teach me to live, show me what I may do.
Hand in hand and together, and I’ll show you how too.
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