Gliding on feathers of fairytales,
Spinning and dancing on stars,
With eyes of beauty blissful,
Longing to somewhere find ours.

Amidst chaotic confusion,
Of world’s changing cold,
With hope for sweet love’s liberty,
In fields of glimmering gold.

A boy lost in his own warped ways,
A girl with joy, hurt and love,
Both collide in fairy gaze,
And meet like a sun kissed dove.

In storybooks of palace old,
Dancing in a golden glaze,
Of sugar coated honey dreams,
With love and peace they daze.

Reading all these tales and stories,
Longing for this kind of life,
Where boy meets girl, love finds its way,
Our minds and hearts are led astray.

For life is full of pretty promises,
A red rose blooms not a moment too soon,
In the garden of our minds,
Hoping on sun and star and moon.

But life is full of sacred strife,
With heartache, pain, hurt and sorrow,
We persevere in our hopeful hearts,
For us to see our bloom tomorrow.

Each of us partakes in a story,
The novel of finding who we could be,
With each passing pain and glory,
We can dream and love and see

© MegM🌻