PINK 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.

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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.
 

DAISIES EVERYWHERE

 

 

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A field of daisies taunt me.

Haunt my dreams every night.

So tall and thick I can’t see.

Cloying me with their sweet breath.

 

I’m always alone in this field.

Big daisies everywhere I look.

Facing me with their silly grins.

Thank god this is only a book.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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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.

 

 

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.

(Source: sennenkoi)

 

 

YOUR OWN PRIVATE ISLAND

What if this existed?
What if you could easily find it?
It’s close to home.
You don’t need an airplane,
train,
or car.
It comes complete with
a deserted island,
blue ocean,
sunken treasure,
and plenty of fish.
Bring your snorkels.
Don’t forget to bring
your dancing shoes.
Music is free.
So are knights in shining armor.
Where could you find all this?
It’s all in your imagination.
Sit back and enjoy the view.

HORIZONS

hollysimp:

The sky.

What dreams are made from.

Clouds float by.

The sun peeks out from the horizon.

A few blimps pass by.

Birds ride the soft breeze.

Mountain peaks in the distance.

What else?

Anything is possible;

once you open your mind

to the possibilities.

Dream on.

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM FOR ME

bluntb4be:

Dream a little dream for me.

Take flight on your wings.

Fly high.

Soar to the clouds.

High above us all.

Join your colorful friends.

Spread a little fairy dust.

Follow your dreams.

Let them take you

to far away lands.

Dream a little dream for me.

THE NIGHT

quietmoodygirl: benjoyment:

The night is here.

The moon creeps forth

through the thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle in the dark

blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

A KEYHOLE TO THE WORLD

blackoutraven:

Metamorphosis IV by ThisYearsGirl

A small opening.

A keyhole.

Is all that we need.

To see.

To dream.

To imagine.

To look beyond.

Beyond the everyday.

To the world beyond.

Beyond our imagination.

To the unknown.

To be free.

KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED

splendiferoushoney: by Martin at hipydeus

The past calls to you.

A past filled with balls and dancing.

Balls held at castles.

Dancing in the moonlight.

Close your eyes.

A carriage awaits you

to carry you to the ball.

A castle lit up by candles.

Footmen escort you.

Your name is trumpeted .

You glide down the staircase

in your new ball gown.

The music begins to play.

A handsome man walks over

with an extended hand.

He leads you onto the dance floor.

You dance and sway

to the beautiful music.

You close your eyes.

Yes it is a dream,

but keep your eyes closed

and dream on.