In Make-believe Land

What exist, at the moment, in wishful thinking.

How I wish

To be writing

About Unicorns

Talking cats

And magic.

Instead of

Life's darker side

Where death

And destruction rises

To surface

At will.

Basking

In the light

Of happier thoughts

And places.

Whether

Anything possible

Can happen

At the whim

Of a child's imagination.

In witnessing

The death

Of a dangerous monster

By a heroic paladin

In shining white armour.

Saving 

A maiden faire.

Alas

Those poems

Only exist

In faerie tales

For me.

Reviews

[ANTO]

We crave the fantastic when things get too dark - a fine imagination has carried you Therisa I feel.
This is a dote of a poem (dotes in Belfast are lovely things)
your very special Therisa
thanks for letting me in to your life
:)

[therisa]

Thank you, Anto. Maybe someday, this wishes will come true, for me.

[ANTO]

If you keep believing I think there might just be powerful forces at work for you - I often feel these things
I wish all good things for you Therisa :)

[therisa]

Can only hope so.

[ANTO]

:))) .......