Poem: Lost in the Land of Make Believe

Lost in the land of make believe,
Where dreams are spun on gossamer threads,
The trees whisper secrets no one perceives,
And stars are woven from silver beads.

The rivers hum a forgotten tune,
Reflecting the light of a pale green moon,
Each step a dance, each breath a song,
In this world where time can’t go wrong.

A castle stands with towers high,
Made of clouds that drift and sigh,
Its halls echo with laughter and light,
A kingdom unbound by day or night.

Here, the winds carry stories untold,
Of creatures with wings of fire and gold,
And flowers bloom in shades unknown,
In gardens that thrive on dreams alone.

But no path leads out, no way is clear,
In the land of make believe is near,
A place where truth and fancies blend,
Where the journey has no start or end.

So I wander, lost, yet not alone,
For in this place, I’ve made my home,
In the land where hearts can fly and weave,
I’m free, forever, lost in make believe.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie