Dragon’s fly, no sense of time, feather pens, a dreamer I.
Captured by books, imaginations spell is cast, and then...oh my.
Crystal rivers, fairy tale bands, running through meadows, strawberry lands,
Magical forests, crystal waters, mermaids swim, beaches sands.
Pages turn one by one, reality forgotten, so still time,
My own world, my own thought, my own world of rhyme.
Once upon a time, a dragon flew in the land of castles and kings,
A warrior hero saved a damsel and the old Bard a song he sings.
Imagination with its twists and turns, a world unlike any before,
Each page, each word, each story opens up life behind a new door.
© Cynthia Clark