Dreamer

I pluck raindrops from the lake
and return them to the sky,
craft some into a dance
of circus animals
around towering columns.

Others become a flock of starlings
which soars, darts, shifts
above the wheat field
and brindles it
with passing shadows.

A castle gleams
with parapets.
The drawbridge lowers
only to drift away.

A knight jousts
a duck.

The images elaborate, build
until earth is starved
of any moisture
and the atmosphere weighs
too heavy to hold its burden.

Roaring rains scour the land,
fill lowlands with lakes
and rivers. Soil sprouts
green anew.

Heaven turns blue,
again empty.
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Written for dVerse Poets Pub’s latest Open Link Night