I wonder, is there somewhere out there... far beyond the pale rainbow;
up in the lofty cloud Cathedrals... somewhere, where the lost dreams go?
Together with the broken hearts... faint hopes for love, we tried to keep;
sweet words of love... once softly whispered in the night... where do they sleep?
All lost?
No, I cannot believe all this just softly fades away;
just like a candle flame burns down to nothingness... but, who can say?
Perhaps, it all comes round again... all cloaking gently, lovers... new;
to share again, the passion and the pain of love; we cannot know.

Perhaps, when Mothers tuck their children into bed, and say "Goodnight...
the Sandman's on his way, to sprinkle you with Sleepy Dust... sleep tight."
This magic Sleepy Dust... the seeds of long-lost love, returning home?
To flower again, within those children when, at length, they are full-grown?
Perhaps, it does not come in childhood... waiting, until we are older...
when we can appreciate emotions... when we are much bolder.
Does it touch us as we sleep... in hazy, half-remembered dreams?
Or, whispering breezes on those summer evenings...
are they all they seem?

Can you no longer feel the magic, that in childhood... we all knew
in our bright imaginations; secret lands, where once we flew?
Perhaps, to ride a friendly Dragon... touch a Faerie's Gossamer wings;
or, gently shake a Bluebell stem... to see if they do really ring.
Perhaps, the magic is still there; mislaid, not lost... for it would seem,
we all need some kind of Romance... We've just forgotten how to dream.
and, that... to me, is really sad; hold close those dreams... don't let them go,
for, if you do... they may well be, forever more... quite lost, to you.

Is this all Poetic licence... a flight of fancy... just a whim?
Probably; but, then... who knows? Perhaps, there is some truth within.
Perhaps, there is some secret land of Crystal Castles in the sky...
of Elven Maidens... Unicorns... of Faeries riding Dragonflies.
It would be nice to think it so... if only in the poetry;
but then, I'm just one more Romancer... it's a weakness... it's just me.
It matters not if this is nonsense... tarry in my world awhile;
lose yourself in misty dreams...
allow yourself a gentle smile.