They say there are no dragons left

And that’s the way it seems.

To find them you must visit

The land of waking dreams.

You don’t need to search for secret doors

Or magic words to speak.

Your imaginings will carry you

Anywhere you seek.

And the ordinary world

Will never guess where you have gone

To chase your wondering, wandering heart

Into the place beyond.

Or the beyond may come to you

Dressed up in a disguise.

Is it the wind that moves the clouds?

Or a dragon as he flies?

A tiny seaside kingdom

Might grow beneath your gaze . . .

As creatures ancient as the sea

Rise on enchanted waves.

In a place of hushed and quiet things . . .

You might hear a phoenix call.

Or in the pattering of raindrops . . .

Jack-a-loping paws may fall.

In a hall of stones and echoes

Around the corner’s bend . . .

Two nimble-footed unicorns

Meet two brave-hearted friends.

So listen very closely

As you read of all these things.

Is it the whispering of pages . . .

Or the sound of griffin wings?

And when you leave, you learn the thing

That all day dreamers learn:

When you leave the realm of magic beasts,

They wait for your return.