Dream Weaver Poem by B3k Baylon

Set back the hands of time, to a thousand smile a penny and a kiss & a hug for a dime.
Back to where simple moments were held dear. Everything's rainbow-colored & there ain't no such thing as fear. Welcome me back to cotton white cushion of clouds for bejewelled dreams, this place where all you can hear were joyful childish screams...Evil, suffering, and pain were things unheard of in this kingdom. A thorny rose, bound with sprigs of thistles would still make a handsome crown. Even tears would flow like sparkling water on parched land; the wisdom of every caring word's always at hand. Not a lamb would go astray in a flock, the soul's at peace and undisrupted not even by the sound of a ticking clock.

Take me down the yellow brick road, come those who are not afraid to hope. Help me find the Wizard of Oz... let's not stop nor pause. If ever it's true, I'll take my red shoes and find what's lost with a click of the heels or two. Though childhood dreams never end, every turn I make there'll always be nightmares from around the bend. Float past the grey mist of indifference, take me back...with the dearest embrace away from the grasp of decadence. Ah this journey...the conquest for the forgotten. Remember what was once there unspoiled and easily begotten. Fairy dust, shiny nickels, and a four leaf clover...soon the search for home will be over. Myths and legends of dragons, knights and of heroes resurrected...find me this place where my heart, courage, and strength lies hidden from a life seemingly suspended.