A dream? A wish? A fantasy? A world without a care,
A place to go when things get rough, a place that I may share.
To rest with people of the sun, and speak with bird and tree,
And there to put the world to rights and set my spirit free.

A world like this I’ve seen my friend, and wallowed in its love,
Such faith, such feelings, I have known, a place some way above.
Where people of an ancient time, are free’d of all lifes chains,
To walk upon this earth again, and evermore, remain.

No matter what this place may be, No matter here, nor there.
It brings to me a gift of love, and teaches me to care.
You too could find a place like this, who knows if I would see,
But I, at least, would tread the path to set my spirit free.

So throw your caution to the winds, cast out your disbelief,
This place I,ve found is full of love, there is no room for grief.
Take hold and try to visualise, all that your heart desires,
And step inside your world of dreams, and warm there by the fires.

Lines composed in the summer of 1994, rewritten at the end of summer 1997 after the Author had followed the poem to fruition and left behind the maddening world to live by the sea in a Cornish Kraal. It was from here that this dream became reality.

Maélwys /|\