I've been blogging off and on for eight years. Seven of those years were spent on Blogger where I posted things that meant a great deal to me. Not always, but sometimes. Little works or words that I never want to throw away. This series is so I never forget them and I can bring back parts of my old self. With that said, here's the second post in the #ThrowbackThursday series. Click the photo for credit.

a dream

the day is young,
the coffee cold
the window is my lookout

and down below i can see
the streets paved with magic,

fairies are spies,
the branches are wands,
up the street, a white rabbit

and i am here,
and i am there

frolicking in a wonderland of madness