I dream of...

I dream of little gray friends in vibrant pink dresses

with white lace collars and wigs of brunette tresses

I see their intelligent eyes lined with dainty lashes

and their cheeks speckled with glittering splashes

of vibrant colors I've never seen hence

I dream of mantis, spinning gracefully en pointe

a lofty tutu bouncing joyfully from the stunt

I see an ensemble of backup performers

lifting our friend and throwing them upward

where they hang from the stage light before disappearing

but in my dream world, this was only the beginning

I see distant jungles with blue spirits singing

a hymn of love, unity, and heartfelt meaning

I see them rise from their art and beckon me to join

not caring that I have only just astrally wandered

upon such a sacred moment

They want me to take part, and I do not dare decline

because it is what I want

in my heart of hearts, I realize, after all this time

I see them again, another night later,

I invite them thus, along with the rest,

to share in culture, community, and human interest

Their culture, they so lovingly made welcome

it is only right that I do the same

For Earth is not all sadness and shame

I speak of the things I love and hope they will, too

of hot pot, boba, and Maya Angelou

of strange fashion choices and pizza

of cute cats meowing and the sound of baby laughter

of friends meeting after a long yawn of time

of families reunited despite war and crime

of the bittersweet reality of being born to die

of black sand beaches and hot air balloon rides

of creation of all kinds

sitting around a universal fire

The scent of jasmine

The roaring of waves

The warmth of the sun on frigid winter days

The fur of a wolf

The first bud of spring

The falling of the last red leaf on the trees

All these things I love and want to share

just like those spirits from halcyon, fair.