A world of my dreams

I wish that my wishes wore wings as the wind also wish that my wishes weren't limbless vapour dreams would sit upon heaps & carve a world of my dreams would weave a perfect beauty that all'll think it was a dream..So, I sat like the greatest Potter, with my mind, my ink & paper firstly watch this sickly earth drift away like dwindling embers. Then I began on a novel page and with my ink, I start to paint....The kinda world the Potter glimpsed from the Genesis of days..I'll make a world of childlike innocence. Where men won't even know they're naked I would weave with words a world. Where there's neither rich nor poor

I'll remember to forget the tree of good & evil. So that man'll not carelessly cause his eyes to be re-opened. Then I'll turn the serpent to something nice. So man wouldn't be beguiled a second time.It'd be a world where man wouldn't bother bout his next meal. For all He'll ever need is within his fingers reach. He'd be a man whose heart is void of pride, hate & greed& There'd be a world where men'll learn to let love take the lead.

The air will still be clean. The birds will sing their hymns. The sun won't hurt our skin. Because that world would not be sick.When I am done with painting. I will pause for a second look. Until I'm pretty certain What I made was truly good.

Then I'll breathe into my painting& Make it a living being. There'd be perfect peace & beauty. In the world aloof my dreams.