In the lands of dreams and wishes
may our hopes
come true.
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In the land of dreams and wishes is where many of us choose to live.Some say this is a bad thing, that reality is where we live.
But I choose to think you are, were you think you are. If I choose to be here. What is wrong with that?
There are many beautiful things in the world, be they real or imagined. If you focus on dreams and wishes, instead of regrets and fears, you will accomplish so much more than you ever imagined.
I mean, really, if I hadn't dreamt and wished, my pages would still be only in my mind. Yet I believed and ~~ here they are.
Making my dreams come true.
As a dear friend says~"Imagine it and it is .~
So here are my dreams and wishes in a world of reality.

To Dream Is To Believe
          To dream.
          Is to believe I'm told
          So dream of them I do.
          But dreaming never seems to help
          My wishes to come true.
          My wish is not to meet one
          Nor to have one as a pet
          But know they have existed
          Or perhaps....
          May still yet!
          Reality's a state of mind
          Where freedom can't be found
          So keep your mind alert my friend
          Not staring at the ground.
          The Unicorns that I can see
          Are surely in my mind.
          But, did Unicorns once roam our lands
          Who have now been left behind?
          A healthy imagination? A myth? A fantasy?
          I'll never let no ogres take
          My dreams away from me!
 ~ Sjaani ~

A creature of beauty
                            A creature of grace
                            Yes, everything has it's place,
                            But,you, my friend, have
     a place all your own
                            where no one else can find,
                                                              For you exist within my heart
                                                                        and also in my mind.
                                                                               Imagine and it is.
 
In the land of the unicorns and faeries they are always watching and caring for the children of the world. They keep  the evils away, and let the dreams come in.

This is the creature there has never been.
              They never knew it, and yet, none the less,
              they loved the way it moved, its suppleness,
              its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.
              Not there, because they loved it, it behaved
              as though it were. They always left some space.
              And in that clear unpeopled space they saved
              it lightly reared its head, with scarce a trace
              of not being there. They fed it, not with corn,
              but only with the possibility
              of being. And that was able to confer
              such strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn.
              Whitely it stole up to a maid - to be
              within the silver mirror and in her.
                   -- Ranier Maria Rilke, The Possibility of Being
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The Child and the Faeries
                      The woods are full of faeries!
                         The trees are all alive;
                     The river overflows with them,
                       See how they dip and dive!
                        What funny little fellows!
                         What dainty little dears!
  They dance and leap, and prance and peep,
                         And utter fairy cheers!
                        I'd like to tame a fairy,
                          To keep it on a shelf,
                         And dress its little self.
                      I'd teach it pretty manners,
                      It always should say "please",
   &nb sp;              And then you know I'd make it sew,
                       And curtsey with its knees!
                                 ~Unknown
 
 
 Child in the backyard,
                                                   eyes of joy undimm'd.
                                                  She would come to him,
                                                   ghost lady, mist friend.
                                                  **Now is the parting,**
                                             **shh, hush child, don't weep,**
                                                **I'll see you again dear,**
                                               **the next time you sleep.**
                                                       She only is seen
                                                    With unclouded eye,
                                                  When innocence fades,
                                                       she begins to die.
                                                  **Now is the parting,**
                                             **Shh, hush child, don't weep,**
                                             **You'll see me again, dear,**
                                               **the next time you sleep.**
                                                   Time stops for no one,
                                                  The child enters school;
                                                    Learns to be rational,
                                                Math and science the rule.
                                                  **Now is the parting, **
                                             **Shh, hush child, don't cry,**
                                            **Though you will not see me,**
                                                 **I'm always near-by.**
                                                     Child hood is over,
                                                  The world starts it's call,
                                             When faced with such pressure,
                                                     Innocence must fall.
                                                  **Now is the parting,**
                                                **Be meek and be mild.**
                                                **I'll see you again, dear,**
**When you become a little child.*
 Please come back and visit
my land again...my dreams
are still coming, and this
place will only grow.
 
 
 
 
 

"Strength and Courage can sometimes be lonely friends,
                              but those who dream walk in Faerie dust."
 

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"When a child is born, and it's first laugh heard..the
                               laugh then breaks into a thousand pieces.
                                              We call them Faeries."
 
 

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