Childhood

Dragons rise above our heads,
In their stead the sea.
Crashing down in salty waves,
Upon the sandy grains.

Mountain tops spear the clouds,
A mighty throne indeed.
A castles worth of memories,
That all take place in me.

Gates to guard, and safely keep-
The innocence we all seek.
To hide from us, the past I loved,
When I was a magical keep.

Wizards march out nobly,
To defend the green grass land.
Swaying softly to and fro,
Begging with it's touch- never, never go.

A shining land of crystal towers,
Sparkle in the sun.
Where boys and girls climb for hours,
Up the shinning powers.

This land has yet to be complete,
A growing nation for my needs.

Dungeons for the dark,
Fields for the laughter,
Magic for the mystery.
And my soul tumbling in after.