It’s larger than any building on Earth;
Revolving glass doors on every side,
Have been bright shining portals since my birth,
And each night they beckon me come inside.
The hallways are polished mahogany.
The floors are travertine, inlaid with gold.
Large windows bring moonlight in, brilliantly,
And fires warm the halls, so it’s never cold.
I always stop at the grand library,
And transcribe the new things I learned that day.
I ponder important stuff, fleetingly,
Then run down the halls, seeking games to play.
I sprint, a true ephemeral dreadnought;
And dream with the near instant speed of thought.
Mick McKellar
January 2016
Where to you go when you dream?
Mick
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