Perfect...

A perfect world...different for everyone...

Mine? oh lets see....

Chivalry is alive. Dragons and Phoenixes bend their necks at my name. but i am humble still. All that wondrous power. I dont want it. I work on a farm. To help my horses and dogs and pigs. My dragon companion always by my side. My servant phoenix on his nearby perch.  the voice of my Love, my beautiful. The smell of fresh hay and the sight of cloudless skies. Always perfect meat from hunting or pure vegetables and garden foods. My people look up to me yet i am not on a throne, i am simply helping while i can.
The only evil lies in self doubt, except for invading barbarians who never win against my raging army of willing servants. My love calls to me and i follow to a glade of tall trees and there she stands in all her beauty. the perfection of a woman. I close our distance and Kiss her deeply then turn to my daughter and my son, who are laughing at our 'gross kissing'.
My 7 year old son skips into the forest and my daughter follows. Off they go to frolic amongst leaves and ride their dreamy steeds. I peer out of my forest and see my towering castle. I embrace my Love and watch her gracefully cross the courtyard to the interior chambers of our house. I slowly walk up into my castle through the gardens and guards, who greet me as their fellowman. I grope at my sword which always hangs from my belt. My business? attending the needs of my world. the latest? the evil ones have found our weakness and have harvested souls of the fallen to fuel their dark magics. They have tricked and persuaded my servants away and my dragons to come and fight against me.
I can only dream this and only try to grasp whats left of my dream as i awake to the buzzer of my alarm clock. My dream shall never return, not unless it makes it to my logs. My previous dreams all needing to be remembered. All needing care as my people, All revolving around my love and passions. Oh some of us do wish for such things. But my life in reality is almost ignored. I do my part as in dreams. Only alive to honor, to Love, to Discover and learn. Dreams cannot be good. Not unless they are remembered, used as fuel to work you soul into its shape of life. But i could not live in such a Eutopia....Why?
Its just not possible, not only in the sense of really happening, but no man is perfect as i am in my dreams. Nothing can be true. But then again.... Ive seen proof of dreams come true.