Cyrstallic dreams
Spin a web of fantasies
Floating above young minds
Magic dances upon the imagination
Too many a superficial dream
Yet to others a reality
Often the dreams are pasted by
And the web collects dew of dreamer's tears
Wallowing only in pity for themselves
While the other
Reach up and clasp the magic
As they lock it deep in their essences
Never to let it out
Unless by a flick of a wand.