Illusions..

I wish I could go outside
and ride on the wings of dragons,
look upon a fantasy,
feel childlike again.
Dance beneath Weeping willows,
frolic through fields of hue,
sit upon a lily pad,
float down a stream of blue.
I'd go to sleep on an emerald blanket.
Dream of fairies playing.
I'd smile at the whispers
I can hear them saying.
Against the dark starry night
I'd see mounted castles
where the princess lives,
in a gown with diamond tassels.
I'd like to capture this forever.
My little place of bliss.
To visit it, at any moment
when visions are amiss.

By Sue Sicin (Cleveland, Ohio)