Sheltered in secret,
Quiet nook,
Imagination
Peeps to look
At what lies
Way out there.
Monsters in their
Magic dens,
Fairies fluttering
And then,
Sparkles
Fill the air.
Peep some more,
To better view,
Believe in things
Only partially true.
Possibilities
Abound.
Now standing in
Fairy forest ring,
I know, feel all
And heart does sing
At glories
All around.
Come, take my hand, I’ll guide you there,
Flying rug of woven gold,
Close your eyes and hold on tight,
Fantasies unfold
In darkened,
Blessed night.
When moon departs, to bow to sun
And endless sleep is through,
Fragmented figments will abide,
Subconscious mind to view
In early
Morning light.