When I was young, fairies kept me from seeing the real world.
I lived in a land of beautiful rainbow colors
Passion in a Rainbow Fairy Realm seeks a believing spirit.
Without it, no dreams could come true and no hopes would blossom.

How I had missed that Realm of long ago with sorrowed aging eyes.
The colors, the air,
alive with the fluttered wings and gossamer gowns
The fragrances of flowers and morning dew
The whispered giggle and tickle of the ears,
a tug of locks of my hair.
I know they are still there...
waiting for me, with heart-hugs,
to be young...
again.

In my time of reality, I crave the adventurer of my youth.
Life has sought the physical shell
The mind has now silently screamed for release.
I think,
yes, I think
I will go to the Rainbow Fairy Realm once more.
I will indeed make alive the dreams and the hopes.
Once more, they will breathe in my heart.
This time, I take them carefully home.
This home of Reality...
I will set free
what had been trapped.
The dreams that were meant to be
Are my new
Reality.