RETREAT

FANTASY

FANTASYI dream of a placeWhere time stands still.Petals fly from trees,A pink hue cast on all.Climb the stairs to the castle,Where fantasies come to life.The warm breeze carries musicOn swirling rainbows of light.Pretty maidens dance in circlesAround the courtyard of flowers.Men become drunk on gigglesAnd flirty stares cast their way.Who is the ruler of this paradise?It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

(Source: sennenkoi)
FANTASY
I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees,
A pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And hide away in their towers.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.
 

PINK FANTASY

Pink Castle

PINK FANTASY

I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees.
A pink hue cast on all.

Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.

Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And flirty stares cast their way.

Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time...

 

SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

A FANTASY

 

FANTASY

I dream of a place

where time stands still.

Petals fly from trees,

a pink hue cast on all.

Climb the stairs to the castle,

where fantasies come to life.

The warm breeze carries music

on swirling rainbows of light.

Pretty maidens dance in circles

around the courtyard of flowers.

Men become drunk on giggles

and flirty stares cast their way.

Who is the ruler of this paradise?

It is I, the dreamer of dreams.