When life gets too much like a wet blanket
I wake up
and give it some bounce,
take drowsy out of the picture,
go flying on cloudbanks straight into the wild,
become a romancer,
idealize,
take a trip to the moon with someone I fancy,
throw care to the wind,
become slightly hysterical,
life's cocoon
of cottonwool plod flattens and hinders
if allowed,
so, with a mythical whim
making an inner rumpus I riot,
flights of imagination appease and win
reasons to fabricate dreams,
illusion might
feel unneeded by some,
Utopia's myth upbraided,
but I intend to climb high and stay up,
romantic idyll enlivens,
muse unearths hope
and ecstasy tastes divine from a wild-cup.
Another great piece by one of the most uplifting and positive writers I know. Bless you Fay,