I’m going on a journey like Lisa did
across the sea and over mountains to a place so far away
the clouds are made of lacework and the rivers are real beds
and the things that I am dreaming
come and live outside my head
I’m going on a journey like Scott did
where the finches spread their feathers til they morph into a tree
and all the other little birdies can rest inside for free
where visions are not daydreams and become more real than me
and there’s apple pie with cinnamon and lemonade for tea
I’m going on a journey like Sally did
and I’ll bring you back some tea-smoked figs and chai of ginger root
I’ll laden up my knapsack with lots of loot as proof
and while I’m out to sea I’m having dinner with the dolphins
I expect they have so much to say and I’ll return with more endorphins!
Lisa inspired this poem. You see, I rarely travel as I have a couple of health issues that make it quite difficult. Instead, I float around to all kinds of places in my daydreams!