A Marvelous Creation
Is a dream really a dream, or is it not as it seems?
Is a fantasy just a majesty of colored day beams?
To be in the shadows always brought forth trepidation,
but I opened my eyes to a whole new marvelous creation.
When I saw the beauty of my castle in the twilit sky,
my heart became weak and I didn’t know why.
I saw the glory of a world I had never known,
but it instantly felt like an unrealistic true home.
To feel the day dream of a reverie I hold dear,
gave me a sense of comfort I shall always hold near.
Surrounded by emerald fields and azure clouded skies,
freed me from redemption and opened up my eyes.
I see fairies and hummingbirds float all around the land,
as I watch a Monarch butterfly sit on my right hand.
This is no make-believe world or a dream from slumber,
nor is it a place for extreme lightning or thunder.
It’s a Shangri-La of idealism with stunning views,
carrying breathtaking colors of pink and yellow hues.
A bridge made of gold with a rainbow above,
a castle full of nobility, dignity and true love.
This grandeur palace reveals sweet luminescence,
carrying a whole new divinity and shining essence.
Radiant sparkles of blazing meteor showers at night,
and in the dawn lays dew drops only seen in the light.
In Winter, snow-capped pine trees do grow,
and in the Spring there’s a crystal clear river that glows.
I never knew I could live in a castle full of such fascination,
but I opened my eyes to a whole new marvelous creation.
Building Castles In The Sky
December 20, 2016
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