Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate"
to walk, skip, dance or glide through,into yesteryear,maybe centuries ahead.
To put our wrongs right, ability to see fate,avoiding pitfalls
our globe would be a shinier place,abiding what dwells from the secret gate.
I would have my wishes all come true,peace throughout the world
no wars no bombs,nor starving millions,equality nationwide.
The cure for painfull illnesses,would be iminant,purity in the air
a god like feeling tremendously,magicly to perspective.
Being able to view the infinity of stars,sheer beauty imminance
a bus ride away,a planetary outing,dazzling the eye.
Hopping on a shooting star,galaxy we do glide
or sloping down the half moon,pleasuring the slide.
Paul Beadnall for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name In a land called fantasy...