Imagination

We travel through the midnight sky,
Our imaginations carried us there.
The stars shine almost as bright as the sun,
But have no where near close to the flare.

The shooting stars, the meteorites,
The almost pitch black sky.
I float around so carelessly,
For I have found a new high.

The view is simply amazing,
No words that can describe.
The world just looks so innocent,
Giving off a very peaceful vibe.

Mother snaps me out of it,
She says it's time for bed.
I agree without an arguement,
For I can dream about it instead.