Dreaming of make-believe

In that cold and dreary house
where money was love
and love was play of power

In those ashen dreams of fortune
I had tended to over-estimate my luck
when latching onto empty visions

In that decrepit space I called
for a reinvention of my desires
I called for hope to be put in power.

I pondered and pledged and purged
I strained and stressed and sought out
I dreamed and dared my desires to materialize

Till at last the heathens heard my call
they stood me up from my mental floors
and brushed away those warped sinews

The sinews of my dated memories
and polished up my broken dreams
placing them on a shelf of harmony.

And as I entered that sacred space
I remember joyously the sight of a face
that had been ingrained into my soul.

I rejoiced at the miracle of love
that it would stretch so far and wide
to bring my dreams to me on a glorious tide.

I dreamed of make-believe
and I made myself believe
until I believed what I had made

I had created my own life
and found love in it all.