Falling Up -------------------------------------------
There is a place
Where the road ends
And where magic begins
Where screams are whispers
And whispers are songs
Where nightmares are butterflies
And dreams are reality
So come and join me
Take my and I shall
Whisk you away to see
We will fly hand in hand
Through this little world of mine
Falling up through clouds
Leaping down into rain
And spinning ‘round between snow flakes
But hush and stay quiet
As to not scare the magic away
For it is a small fickly little thing
So remember when in a car or on a bike
Rather walking or skating
At any moment you can fall up
Into the clouds
And drop into my little world
Of fickle magic
And don’t forget to be silent
As you let it dance around you
This is positively beautiful! I once used that phrase, "like falling upwards" in a short story to convey a feeling of overwhelmingly powerful magic. It works here and I like the way you put "hush and stay quiet" and "be silent" to work as magic is indeed a delicate thing. Gotta fav this one.
Submission Name: Falling Up
