Creatures and gnomes, perhaps faeries
and ladies of lost civilizations,
all watching and waiting
as each new dawn brings
weathered fissures
to once brilliant images.
You take away the loneliness
of one,
ones castle, ones paradise,
sweet yard birds...
ornament to a dream,
Faeryland...the land of Oz.
How far will your dreams take you,
where is it you want to explore
and are you free
to let go and receive...
receive this ageless beauty
that dwells in the soul,
of these steady soldiers
of fantasy,
soldiers standing guard
to my entrance
to my all.
