Please welcome me back to my fantasyland
Beckon me away from all reprimand
And dispel completely each undue demand
Which burdens my spirit and resists the call
Of peace long-withstanding despite how I stall
I have created a paradise
Erected a fortress, its walls with ivy grown
I have tamed wild beasts
And unicorns I will harness
Steeds standing ever-present my plush mossy throne
Creatures unheard of in our disbelieving race
Have thrived in wild groves
Occupying sacred space
Faeries have danced in the mists of the dawn
Alongside the dryads, the nymphs and the faun
The elements are alive
And dwell in spirit form
Flowers and dewdrops the hillside adorn
How I have sought for this far-away place
Not knowing where to look
Fearing my mind will erase
This mystical island
Not amid the ocean but dreams
Dreams of flight and whimsy
So frail do they seem
Built on matter more flimsy
Than the sea's sandy shoulder
They're made of sea spray and steam
How much longer can this spirit place exist?
Will my belief in its magic forever persist?
It needs to be nurtured
Though by what, I do not know
It could all be gone in the wave of a hand
With a subtle flicker and glimmering glow
How was it that I preserved this land
Not so long ago?