I hope that when you fall asleep at night,
your heart fluttering, tumbling, ever so gently,
down the tunnel,
through the hole in the wall,
out into the enveloping tendrils
of the ocean waters,
you go to the places lost in your dreams,
that you were so eager to get back to,
just out of reach,
like hearing a whisper through
a thickened fog,
the faraway lands that dictate your daily
doodles,
sketches stretching out over the entire paper,
that you only want to live in forever,
and remember with something, somewhat
resembling a soft clarity,
sailing through entangled fjords,
dipping down into the lush bowls
of the valleys,
forever falling in love
with your fairytale place.