Dreams Of Fantasy And Enchantment Poem by Margaret Alice

Lost this day to nothingness; thought
to save the remnants by reading in bed –
how wrong could I be, I had forgotten
the book was all sadness;

My heart ran on empty all day, untouched
by empty banter and meaningless laughter,
the meeting was marked by a total lack of
innovation and fun, not once

did my thoughts take flight to
take me away, imprisoned within
an opaque lethargy, not a single dream
on which to soar to lofty heights

I could not conjure a feeling of
glory or get hold of an escapist
theory; tonight my object is to
manually change mental gears

to a positive setting - if I fail
tomorrow would be a repetition
of the same misery - Where is
the magic switch that will

open the doorway to dreams
of fantasy and enchantment,
adding depth and colour to
one-dimensional reality?