Cyrstallic dreams

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.