My Secret World Of Enchantment
by William Mae
As this day draws to an ending,
With all things put to rest at last;
Darkness follows the sun's reposing,
My mind views memories from the past.
And slumber overcomes my conscious,
Sleep pulls me deep into its arms.
I find the place of rich enchantment,
Where beauty is one of its charms.
Here reality cannot touch you.
What's real is what's believed to be.
You may be rich or just a pauper;
It's different every night you see.
From Kings and Knights or gallant Princes,
To warriors with a fight to fight.
In this dreamland of enchantment,
You can be them for just one night.
That is why I love this realm of living;
This place where but awhile you're free
To explore your hidden secrets,
Whatever those turn out to be.
You may explore both love and passion
With maidens given to desire.
And no one ever knows your secrets;
You leave them when your sleep expires.