Land of Dreams

 

Let us walk through a land of dreams

hand in hand, explore the golden scenes

vivid images, shown on mind screens

as we stroll through this place,

not quite what it seems

 

The pathways sparkle under drizzle showers

light beams dancing, the mood never sours

life of the party in the background singing

the bells of the old church tunefully ringing

In the alleys and lanes, people dissipate

go their own way, into darkness they evaporate

like ghosts or spectres shimmering away

they vanish into the night, as trees wistfully sway

 

On the high street, night owls sweep

their feet, moving to the humming music

that pierces the quiet of this peaceful retreat

they congregate on pathways, as the moon plays

low light gives life a new face,

passions fire burns in this place

like a candle flickering, as flames embrace 

 

Worn brick and warped wooden beams,

buildings that have life pouring from their seams

Spray can images jump from the walls

graffiti blurs, rainbow colour waterfalls

a whole new look, under the moons silver light

like they have bought a new costume

especially for the night

 

This city of dreams, where hope blossoms

and magic grows like leaves on trees

you don’t need to close your eyes, or drift off to sleep

magic walks along, into pavements it seeps

like rain from above, a sprinkle of love

It doesn’t matter what time of day,

not decided by the hour

the pathways sparkle under its magic power

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.