Magic unrolls before us
A red carpet
A road of yellow bricks
Walls vanish
Or we pass straight through them
We have become heroes
Villains
Ghosts
All-powerful or wallflowers
Any path
Can become our own
A journey
An escape
Astral projection
Into endless worlds
Each born onto
Its own page
With its own
endings beginnings joys sorrows
A portal we can step through
As we stand still
Everywhere
And home
All at once ~ Caroline A. Slee