Window to the world out of reach

Captive to my limits I only can stare

Wondering why I breathe stale air

I imagine walking on wispy clouds

Stopping to steal a leprechaun’s gold

And ride a rainbow down to a fantastic place

Filled with towering spires and grand halls

Lit inside by dragon fire and wizard spells

Presiding over green lands with virgin woods

Fed with rivers flowing with pure silver

Where nymphs bathe, slyly tempting mortals

And rubies and emeralds grow in grasses

Picked by gnomes to deliver to their king

Where a great feast celebrates the final eventide

When dusky comets will foretell the arrival

Of a ghost prince on his great white steed

Carrying news of a world of saints

Waiting to receive them with a joyous embrace