I thought it whole, my lonely soul

When I did set it free

To flutter through the world of true

And, blinking, let it dream

The day to day of life in gray

In flight falls far behind

And then what's real - the sword of steel

Or labor's daily grind?

Choose I the sword and kingdom's lord

To guide me on my way

Past dragon eyes and rueful sighs

And shapes upon the waves

They are not there, those heroes fair

The idols of my pride

The days I've grown, the depths I've sewn

Perhaps, dear soul, they've lied

Are tears less real because they feel

For those who never were?

The lessons gained are grand and feigned

And yet to them I turn

For my small soul in dreams is whole

And braves humanity

For why despise such brilliant lies

And not futility?

So gift this child with all that's wild

Lay dreams upon my head

Throw wide the door and, winged, soar

O'er paths that life may tread

For live I do with fictions, true

Sweet Whimsey's at my side

That which is me, what can it be?

In dreams I can decide

Is life a dream, I need to know

Or do I dream and let it go?