I am falling free
into a world of familiar
smells and feels.
This real world
within my mind
is my gateway to a heaven
easily accessed
whenever I feel
the need to be
a creative genius
in any genre.
Lakes and rivers
of thoughts untouched
dance lazily along the banks of memories
softly whispering to the leaves
on the trees of every imagined
fantasy.
This world is mine.
This world is me.
I live each day
to walk this self-made reality.
Through my expression
of poetic intent,
I fly,
free falling,
alongside my dragon tribe,
landing on a patch of crystal blades
of freshly cut grass
surrounded by fae
and magickal unicorn dust.