JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS
In the midst of night's purple amethyst,
Softly moon-kissed, I was set a-dreaming;
I dined on lotus fruit at its behest,
Loosening up the chains that had me screaming.
Upon a white winged unicorn I sped,
Playing on my ebony recorder;
Small crystal meteors fell 'round my head,
The starry galaxy had no border.
Heralding my freedom, angel voices
Sang madrigals so sweetly in my ear;
The time had come for me to make choices
And the metronome was swinging out of fear.
Back home o'er the marsh marigolds I went -
Back to the doldrums and my boring tent.