Castles in the Air/
What If
By Michele F Mershon-Fleck
3rd December, 2014
I use to dream of what it would be like
To live in the past through a different life
Knowing that reality is not full of dreams
To me it’s the subconscious, a glorious theme
Running with bare feet in fields of green
Or splashing cold water from a deep meadow stream
Life is simple in my mind as you see
No true facts of the past are present within me
Plants and flowers always used for their worth
While animals are sacred and cherished on earth
Blessings and prayers spoken during their demise
So food, cloth and shelter could come from their hides
Spirits and guides often show you the way
A life full of love and beauty conquer each day
A village built through nature is what we strive
Mother Earth’s bounty continues to focus our drive
No evil or strife resides within this conscious
The cradle does not fall, no need for justice
My world is a fantasy, a daydream as such
An imaginary time we simply can not touch