The task of the daydreamer would make Pandora wince, for they were tasked with dreaming a new day - a make-believe - then making others believe it was possible to make.
Every day can be as a dream when we let the daydreamer take the honoured role in society they were born for.
God gave us the daydreamers so that we could escape into the light.
If the daylight could dream, if sunlight could form a being of such sunny rays, it would have made the daydreamer that came through the doorway that day.
In those daydreams I was as free as any person has ever been. In that serene space of infinite potential I created the new and tempted it to follow me into reality.
The daydreamer spun poetry into his reality so that it could become part of ours.
Upon the grass stands the white house of the bees, the wooden panels still wet with raindrops. There is a gentle buzz in the air, a sense of business that comes with such creatures and somehow it belongs here as much as the wildflowers that bloom. Anya takes her rest upon a rock and lets her eyes do the dreaming, her brain weaving reality and an array of fantasies. The hive is something of beauty to her, a sweet community making something so amazing in a way she never could. She is the daydreamer, the one who works by resting, and how we love her dreams.
The sail stands proud,
As if a window to the clouds.
I watch them sail above,
The clouds,
And imagine sitting upon puffed bows,
Watching myself sail below,
On timeless seas,
In seamless time,
Sailing on.
As Claire aged the boundary between daydream and delusion grew thinner. Once she conjured marvel-like alternate selves to be super heroes, now she began to wonder if she was one. No more was it an out of reach daydream, the chance if it being her that saved the world grew ever more sharply into focus, the plan etched out slowly so as not to scare her back into her shell.
The daydream was a heady potion of chance and excitement, a personal movie with herself as the main character. With a simple whim the plot could change direction, dramatic and swift. She breathed in the scent of the grasses and remained oblivious to the white-puffed clouds above, lost in her enchanted world of make-believe.
The daydream blossomed like a spring flower, unfurling a delicate petal at a time. It was such a rich fantasy world, a life within a life, a chance to live her dreams without leaving the comfort of home.