-Your world is plentiful beyond you,
A place of dreams where we once flew,
with kind dragons that painted our star
and all the make-up  mysteries of the bizarre,

When the moon was all but a cold rock
and when the storm was a comforting gentle shock,
All we had sought were flowers to pick
making them into crowns or a magic stick,

Returning home with bruises and prickles
dreaming of morrow's enlightening drizzles
waking up hastening our morning chores
just so we may take a look at all we had adore,

Then you forgot the land of our dreams
leaving off to join those subtle streams,
Remember where you are inside of you
because that person remembered our cherished fantasy view-