Daydreams

When I build castles in the air
I do not use cement
For fear that
It will be too heavy.
Rather I use my mind,
Which is as light as ether.
I draw the plan there
And there too I conceive
The framework.
My mind is the craftsman
And the mason as well.
The building will be tall,
Beautiful; a sight to behold.
The air will hold it well,
Proudly by night and by day too -
It is in the day that
It was built.