land of dreams

when you are alone in a place,
you start to dream,
and when you dream,
the world seems to fade away,
and you go to place,
where dreams come true.
people say that dreams aren't worth dreaming,
because they can't come true,
but whom is to say,
that the dream that you dream can't come true?
so when I dream,
the world disappears,
and I am in a place where unicorns roam,
were their are streams that run deep and true,
magic is in the air,
their are libraries full of books,
and when you go in the books seem to sigh.
with wonder, awe, and welcome.
When you walk outside,
the meadows are green,
the grass is soft,
it smells so sweet.
you walk with kindly wolves,
that rush around you singing their songs.
In the morning,
you  fly up on wings of gold,
and greet the sun like the old ones do.
The arecain cats roar next to you,
and you feel so safe, and loved.
the dream world that we all want truly,
and who knows what is true,
and what is make-believe.
It up to you to decide,
what is your dream land?
This is mine.