Zoe’s Journal

My dream’s a fantasy
Of eagles, soaring high
Of crystal-clear water
Reflecting Unicorns
The silver rain’s falling.
Here I am, in my dream
Drink my fantasy rain.
The White Stag peers then runs
His light feet thundering
And in my fantasy
I leave Earth and follow
Fly through fantasy rain
Each drop a bolt of fire
Chasing for the white stag
Hopeless, but hopeful still
My fantasy rain falls.