Dreamy mind and soul

I meant not to be pretty

Just a little hasty

Fleeting from flower to flower

Sniffing for that familiar fragrance;

One that hits the right note

One that the soul seeks.

I dream often

And often I dream,

Of funny things and

Cones of Ice cream,

Or that rainbow across the sky

And the bird flying by;

Hopes and desires

Writ in large bold letters.

Sometimes it makes no sense

And then I let it be.

Fragments of thoughts and 

The infinities within it,

Color up that canvas

Of my dreamy mind and soul.