I write, I sing...

I write of a place so far away
where adventure and excitement come every day
I sing of joy and hope and love
as I sit happily with a beautiful dove
I sing of the flowers that dance so bright
in the ever fading light of the whispering night
I write as I observe what I am sad to see
of hate and war that will always be
I write of what could be a better place
my fantasy world I could never erase
I sing with those I hold so dear
the fun and laughter never unclear
I write as I sit by the warmth of the fire
pictureless visions enlaced in a wire