Forgotten Dreams

How the flights of fantasy

can bewilder some.

How it can capture loneliness make it flee and run,

And turn the tables inside out,

The cry into a shout,

Can make the unexpected fun,

The expected cease to come.

Yes! Strange that path of fantasy

makes happier the mind,

Makes brighter, lighter, the joy within

which rings and sings and climbs.

Flights can come and flights can go

and flights can come between

and you'll find that I'll be riding there

where the forest meets the green.

Yes, I'll ride the wings of fantasy,

of wonder, love and light,

And I'll ride them here,

and I'll ride them there,

through the winding paths of night.

And I'll sing to you of that rainbow high

Of its lovely, lofty light,

Of those wonderful, enchanted Isles

That I dream about through the night

By Linda A. Copp

Size: 8 x 10 canvas board.
This item sells for $400.00

Pauline Libutti, RiverRock Critters