Past Dreams

I remember dreams once held as a child. And although I've not thought of them in awhile. As my thoughts drift back to some place in time. All of past dreams come fresh to mind. In a world full of magic, and full of awe. What visions I held, what magic I saw. I remember as I would go out to play. What magical kingdoms, I would visit each day. With perils and adventure around each bend. Knowing that I would win through in the end. Now I may have grown, and the years they have past. And although those dreams have gone. The memories last. No more do I dream of magical kingdoms. They have faded away, for what ever reason. But I still dream every once and awhile. I wish they were dreams, I once held as a child.