Make Believe Dreams

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

I often wonder in mild surprise
Why I don't see what's before my eyes.
Seems I prefer my dreams to the truth;
Dreams I've had since my youth.

Of gleaming castles in the sky,
Set upon the mountains high,
With kings and knights and damsel's fair;
Even a friendly dragon in his lair.

A place where evil has no home;
Somewhere under heaven's dome.
A place of fairies and mischievious sprites,
A place filled with untold delights.

A place where no one is a stranger,
No sickness, poverty or danger.
A place where there are no tears;
A place of adventure, but no fears.

A place where the air smells so sweet;
No hungry kids on a dirty street.
A place where all are hearty and whole,
A place where no one grows old.

A place where honor means all;
And children grow up strong and tall.
A place of "happily ever after;"
A place filled with joy and laughter.

A place of flowers and cool, clear streams;
A place where all is as it seems.
A place of vibrant life and beauty;
A place where love is more than duty.

A place of hope, a place of peace;
A place where love will never cease.
A place that holds a man so right;
One who will love me through the night.

A place where weary souls find rest;
And replenish themselves on life's harvest.
Seems I still believe in fairy tales,
Forever afters and wishing wells;

And in the knight I'll find someday
Who will finally take me home to stay.
I prefer this place to reality, it seems,
But I can't live in my dreams.