I Drift Among the Dreamers

I wrote this last year, while feeling a little lost...

I drift Among the Dreamers
By Sarah Keling

Like the seeds of a dandelion
I am swept up by the wind
And drift among the dreamers,
High above the strong defenders and rocks of earth.

I am blown about by the overseers
But am beckoned back to whisper ideas softly into their ears
-and dance playfully about their feet.

I scatter across the fields of creators
And guide their nimble fingers.
I brush against their stems
And arrange images of kings before their senses.

As I am guided by the swaying breeze
I reach for the stars
Stretching for the horizon
But instead fall peacefully upon a blade of grass

Unshaken

Until again I am picked up by the wind
And drift among the dreamers...