A cinema of films,
Conjured up by the mind,
A place to live in,
Whilst you leave today's life behind
A castle coated in gold,
A drawing done in sliver,
A place were stories are told,
Only in the good light

An escape route from reality,
Who wants to think,
Of your present responsibilities,
Let'***** the rewind button,
You can always delve deeper,
When in the past and,
Life is always sweeter,
When the bitter is removed.

'The sun loved
the moon so much
that he died
every night
to let her breathe.'

the beautiful forbidden lovers
never able to meet
to share warm kisses

but I remember the sneaky Moon
she sneaks out of her dark domain
I see her in bright daylight
swathed in the Sun's golden touch
opposite in the sky
they watch each other
with love so pure

although she is forbidden
in his bright domain
she is there
because she believes
that nothing is impossible

and the day comes
when they can meet
for but a few minutes
they embrace in fire
and we stare in wonder
as they meet
but then they must
drift apart
with broken hearts

she blows him kisses
whispers
'goodnight, my love'
as he sinks beneath the horizon
bursting into colors
and the Moon cries
and whispers
⠀⠀
'I love you.'❋

All the good things
I remembered
They came like a flood.

Cynthia Jean 2017