Aug. 8 ,08

reality is not as sweet
as those days spent in the fiction lands you helped create

a kingdom or a palace
each day it was never the same
you knew the words to say
to make my mind see what was hiding
i know no matter what trials i must face today
our fiction adventures still play past reality

i walk into the sweet scents of childhood
back to my fiction lands
indians hsooting oak arrows at the kids next door
faries fighting off the cdragenking
i won every battle with a canine friend
tranformed into a great steed
a meadow filled yard or rainforest
i miss my fiction lands