There’s times when we feel alone,
When nothing quite makes sense.
The world is busy rushing by,
And it makes no difference.
Needing and wanting to be needed,
Wishing upon each and every star.
Fingers itching to reach out,
Feeling so near and yet so far.
Loose your inhabitations,
Come and fly with me.
To a place the stars can’t reach,
Our own reality.
We can be our own lullaby,
Chase our fears away.
A thousand wishes can come true,
Turn our back on humdrums haze.
The adventure is oh so simple,
The whisper of magic is in the air,
Just relax and take the ride.
A whole world of "us" to share.
©.L.Kelly
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