The Dreamer Poem by Claudia Krizay

I would dream of a place where trees and flowers were vibrant colors,
A path for me to walk upon, free from human intruders-
I would fantasize of being in be in command of of my destiny, and
In control of who could cross the pathway upon which I would walk-
Never lonely, would I be as I am my own best friend and
Never threatened because I am queen of these woodlands-
The sun would cast its shadows upon that pathway,
Forming silhouette-like images before every step I would take-
Perhaps a rainbow would appear in the distance and even
A young fawn or a songbird would carry on with its tuneful aria-
I have always been a dreamer; I have always painted my own world
With the gracefulness of my thoughts- I wear the phantasmal key
To my kingdom hanging from an imaginary but elegant band about my neck-
I recall the taunting words that others would say to me
Comparing me to a person who has lost one’s sanity and has escaped reality-
And though I hold inside of my mind
Some fond memories of the real world into which I was born,
Memories sometimes fade away as would
The colors of a rainbow would after a storm-
I grasp hold of that special key
I carry about my neck that belongs to me and only to me-
I shall keep walking until I have escaped the reality of a world that
Was not meant for me to live in and when I reach my destination
I shall sing along with the voices only I can hear- delightful songs
I have been writing in my solitude for so long and as I cast my eyes
Upon the horizon I shall watch the sun rise over the mountains,
I watch that rainbow reappear on the horizon as clouds fade away-
I can clearly, more than ever see the gifts that
Life has given to me though in an unusual sort of way,
Even though mostly inside of the fortress of my mind, in a way that only I can see-
True happiness, I believe originates from inside.