She Runs With Daydreams

She runs with daydreams to places she’s never seen
when a mundane moment decides to linger.
Her world, not feet away, fades into a growing distance,
a chasm separates what is from what should be.
Those ill-born feelings are pushed asunder.
Blue pours down from the heavens above,
and a cavalry of green charges from beyond rolling hills.
She wraps herself in a chorus of voices hiding in plain sight
concealed in the wind.
She could run forever across an unending field
and create a forest when she gets bored, or spring into the boundless sky,
but only ’til she opens her eyes.
Then the daydream dies.