That Place: Make-Believe

LunarBard

2-28-00

My mind is winding,

Up a sprialing stairs,

To a place of make-believe.

Oh, how I love this place,

Where my magick works,

Where the animals sing,

Where things that are only dreamed of are here,

In my place.

My mind often follows,

This colorful thread,

Made of the most brilligent emotions,

Touched by the power of dreams.

Winding up and up,

My soul flies free,

Not a touch of reality weighing it down.

Here, in this place of make-believe,

I rule supreme,

With powers only I can dream of,

Only I can surpass.

Oh, how I love this place,

It lifts my spirits,

Touches my soul,

And forever . . .

I am in its debt.