am I welcome here,
where imagination soars
in arcs so wholly random,
long and winding streamers,
wafting into ether pillows,
a mind so newly woken,
my place of endless magic?

wanting some assurance,
I stop rambling once again
waiting, silent, hopeful
hearing peace and reason,
always present if I listen,
answer aye, so lovingly,
wholehearted in assent

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my morning daydreaming, as I like to think of it, is something that I cherish, as it was the only time, until recently, that I could release my mind to wander where it wanted. I wrote this poem using the ‘beau present’ form, requiring all words in the poem to begin with a letter contained in a name, any name. William Shakespeare popped into my head, so I went with him.