Lala Land

Journey off to LaLa land.
Lately where I've come to spend
days and weeks and months galore,
even nights and days to score.
Worlds of fantasy and such,
filled with treasured sleep and touch
on the memories of old
where the forests grow and hold.
Skipping off to dindle dee,
holding hands
and prancing free.
Frolic off into the night,
with your lily in your sight.
La La La La I'm so free.
Oh, what sleep would do to me.
How I treasure winks behold
as those beauteous marks unfold.
Pillow soft beneath my head,
covers warm with heavy scent,
springs so quiet, just too calm,
waiting for this year and some.
All is waiting for my leave
in that Lala land for me.
Fantasy and breath took bold,
Nothing's taken quite a hold.