Ride The Clouds

Dreams are ancient powerful and mysterious. From the Pharaohs of old Egypt to the commons of English manors the beauty of dreams haunt their futures. Aiye-Ko-ooto irresistibly wrestles the irascible in 50 poems of this anthology. Where green prairies meet the foot of hills Blue bonnets in bloom grow. Rosy pictures of the time to come. Making kings and poor alike; dance. Also dreams color; consoling us in hard times -Multiple births of autumn. Then our moments in the wings are traded on the mounds of nights. In happy dream night moon is forgotten - we become; toast of the party. Perky energetic and vivacious. Our spirits are high. This makes us attractive the dapple sky. When all our thoughts are not majestic but romantic. This anthology does not rest the count until you ride the clouds With these poems you may sleep in the truth of your dreams!!!