by Gregory Davison
Sometimes you can see it
When the night is dark,
Terror feeding the frightful
Vision before your eyes.
When reality falls out of sync,
And you join the ranks
Of a world of dreams, lurking in
The forgotten crevices of your mind.
It’s a world you know,
More familiar than the one you own.
So cross the border
Between the world of what is real
And the world of all things else,
A world, where ancient wishes
Materialise in forms of stone and gold
A world where myths and legends
Are spoken honestly, and not by fathers,
Who lie to make the world’s
Where whimsy runs like swordfish swim,
A freedom lies within this world,
A freedom to believe in wonders,
The world demands do not exist.