Dream State

Lying on a fluffy cloud
in a field of wild flowers;
butterflies floating so proud,
gliding to golden towers.

Unknown colors dance to time
while muses create sweet sounds;
poets cite verses in rhyme,
and a famous sculptor pounds.

I cuddle in the softness
without a care in the world;
treasuring the peacefulness,
catching candies that are hurled.

The beauty of the moment
tantalizes the senses;
exceeding known enjoyment,
leaping the highest fences.