There is a wooden door,
Sat at the back of my mind,
Where everything is possible,
Only just hidden behind,
The oak is tough,
The corner dark,
But me and this door,
Shall never part,
Give me a moment,
Of quiet and peace,
I will open it a crack,
For magick's release,
There is a wooden door,
Sat at the back of my mind,
Lost in the darkness,
Where words were once entwined.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
If you gained entrance to my mind I'm pretty sure that you would find All manner of fantastic things Bumbledogs with fold out wings A list of all of England's kings Songs to make your spirit sing And...
Look inside the dreamers brain, Its so full of ideas, you see, It could never be mundane. Thoughts are buzzing all around, like a busy bee.
In the land of the Daydreamer Nothing is impossible. Nothing is unheard of.
If I were to put an ink stain,. On an A4 page all nice and plain,. On one half all my words,. Beautiful things like rainbows and birds,. Positive words and phrases,.
An imaginary boy, held. An imaginary hand, holds. An imaginary egg, hatches. An imaginary bird, flies in. An imaginary sky, sees. An imaginary boy, kiss. An imaginary girl, wish.
Lulled into sleep,. Dreams are mine to keep,. Full of colour and glee,. Dreams of my spirit running free,. Smells as fresh as cut grass,. Seasons change and I watch them pass,.
I lay in my bed. and I stare into space. Eyes open, mind shut. Not asleep nor awake. My deep inner conscience. Rarely woken, disturbed. Knows all my dark secrets. Pictures and words.
"magic is not real" Says the ignorent as they prance. "Dreams are just a 'feel'" Says the dumb as they dance. You and I, Me and You. We know so much more.
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