Golden Shores

There is a place of wonder
a place of simplicity
where poet's words come to life
and the dreamer's dreams come true
there is a place where dancers leap
and spin on graceful feet
there is a place where lovers cerase
and never leave their side
there is a place where children thrive
and never do they grow up
there is a place where the story makers and the candy man
are kings
for bringing their creations to the world for others to enjoy
a place where the musician plays an ever flawless song
and all creation both here and above gladly sing along

there is a place where day light rains in radiant beams
and rainbows flow in glorious stride of never ending streams
where all the fantasys both good and glad come to life
and magic fills the air like summers fire flies,
but this place I speak of is lost behind the door
of which I have lost the key
or pehapse someone has come along and stole it away from me
but seeing is not believing for faith requirs more and soon I will find it
again that place i'm longing for
but as for now I'll sing and dance, and laugh and love. I'll fly I'll dream
swim in life's stream until I reach it's golden shores, once more.