Dream Walkers

The story was born
On a tarmac lawn
Where six best friends
Spent their summer end

On holiday in Spain
Over the Mediterranean they came
They spoke of their hopes and dreams
And what little it all means

If only we could be childish
Children that can wish
And believe in magic
And never get sick

Then we could live in dreams
Where nothing is as it seems
And everything is what it’s not
And all our troubles forgot

In-between sleeping and waking
Imagination waking
Reality adieu
Ubuntu.

Rebecca Hanson