What can I ask you?
How does one question a dream?
Everything I've known
doesn't feel real as this seems.
How do you ask a Dream
where it used to live,
before it stole your stare,
and all you can give?
In a field of pink flowers
and clear blue skies
will you run on earth
or rise with butterflies?
And once in there Air,
where would you go?
"There's Europe and Asia . . ."
You'd see them all, I know.
When I'm down
will you jump out "Boo!"
and then tickle me 'til
I tickle you too?
I suppose what I'll ask
isn't what you'll do,
well not really- I mean,
may I come with you?
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