In The Litte crevice between Fantasy and Reality
Is where I spend my time listening to the voices of the world.
And so I wait and wander in this awesome wonderland
Where things that are forgotten lie waitting to again be found.
Where the dreams of nonbelievers dissolve into a mist.
Where shooting stars catapult arcoss the sky every night.
Where Big Foot’s catastrophic footsteps shake the very roots of tree old and strong.
Where sirens madden sailors with the allure of their song.
Where Gods and Goddesses angirly fume.
Where the souls of mummies thump in their tombs.
Where beanstalks stretch up to the sky.
Where giants roam, 1000 ft high.
Where mermaids scales tint in the light.
Where undead vampires hiss at the form of anything bright.
Where fairies give young girls a chance
To find romance
With a dance
Through a bumpy pumpkin carriage ride.
Under bridges is where the greedy goblins hide.
And in the mountains,lonely and cold, dwells the dragons, wise and old.
Here in my little land of Make-Believe.