Where is that Happily Ever After, how does one get that Fairytale feel? How does love descend from Romeo and Juliet, all the way down to Jack and Jill?
Why couldn’t the little boy be happy, instead of Little Boy Blue? Did the fantasy have to end at midnight, did Cinderella have to have a curfew?
They say it can’t rain forever, so the closing of the eye is subtle. Can you explain why one is standing in a pond, that started out as a puddle.
If one can be the breath of life, and their hand can be that hope. Their poetic words and loving voice, will eventually become the perfect life boat.
Sometimes they’re right in front of us, other times we have a way to go. Whether it’s one try or one hundred tries, when you find them you will know.
Don’t sleep just to sleep, that’s a waste of time it seems. If you’re gonna rest your body and mind, you might as well plan a dream.
Roy 2020 ©️