Paint me a pretty pretend

Please touch my fragile wings and help them fly
till I can at least dream of living clouds and totally sigh.
Color me a charmed oasis of rainbow spells
where I can taste the vibrant magic of wishing wells.

Stroke my horizon, creating a meadow of tales,
with tones vivid and so alive they give my heart new sails,
and help my fairy plume made from such a delicate feather
expand to feel fancy's rain as my constant weather.

Paint me with fantasia's brush till I can once again believe
in enchantment's power to wrap me with its sultry weave,
discovering the hues of passion within my heart
erupt as a spellbound ecstasy that I'll cherish as an art.

Make me a mural of desires so radiant and wild
that I shall be able to never again droop from seeing things as mild.
Rising in splendor of the moment's array in new majesty
love bouquets, sweetly blossoming, like the branches of a tree.

Awakening me with myths of the purest possibility
my eyes now discovering pastel visions among everything I see,
storybook creatures given life on an easel of eternity
when you gave the canvas of pretend such a shine inside of me