Poem

Once upon a time, in a land faraway,

           I had my own dream house 

All stocked with images and nations in every hideaway 

                                  It sat upon the water 

     And floated in the sky

    And all the dreams, mother's, son's and daughters' 


                       Were too young and strong to die

I waited there for ages 
In that pearly white place 

  I don't know where or how, but then came the changes 


And nothing's left now but a pale, cold face.