garland of dreams

guy playing ukelele
"somewhere over the rainbow"
soft, voice resounding
carries me
longing for books like old loafers
for the elusive soulmate I have yet
to apply myself to find
numberless, nameless heart chakra
objects of confection
attention to the least peculiar
shimmerings of sunlight
on sterling tree branches, passages
outside the storefront window

outer majesty
inner warmth

this deep brown brew
mellowed with raw sugar
and creamer

some things are within reach
some things have achieved that perfection
here and now
others are present
as long we are able
to dream them